Gentle rustling leaves echo
A strewn pebble white round smooth
The blue river gurgles
below
The tall sky sparkles
evening glow
I will walk this way later again
In the quietness of
an interlude
To touch the scent
green see
To belong to be
~Written in response to the dVerse Prompt by Lisa
You painted a lovely poem, sighs from me.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen!
DeleteI like the synesthesia...."To touch the scent green"
ReplyDeleteSuch a peaceful place to return to.
Thank you. Glad you liked the synesthesia.
DeleteWhat a classic close! I also love how you've divided the poem in two parts first setting the scene of the "interlude" and then describing how it feels to really experience it. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Jay!
DeleteI love the spaces in this poem, like the gaps between leaves and stars in the sky! It sounds like a favourite path.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Yes, it is about a path I once found during a trek along the River Ganges.
DeleteYour poem gives me goosebumps, Preeth. Those gaps in the words pull the mind to mindfulness and give pause to feel. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, Lisa. Thank you for the prompt.
DeleteThis poem is picture perfect beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
Delete"to touch the green scent" - lovely writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
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