On certain times
the sun too has his moods.
In the midst of his shine,
he gets into a darker mind.
The tree is still green at the sunset
with all the daylight stored within.
The tree shivers
with the change of the mood in the sky.
It sends its envoy,
a green leaf becomes a bird.
The higher it flows to reach the sun,
the greater is the fulfillment for the tree.
Good morning +Lise Wal Morning here
the sun too has his moods.
In the midst of his shine,
he gets into a darker mind.
The tree is still green at the sunset
with all the daylight stored within.
The tree shivers
with the change of the mood in the sky.
It sends its envoy,
a green leaf becomes a bird.
The higher it flows to reach the sun,
the greater is the fulfillment for the tree.
Good morning +Lise Wal Morning here
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- Oct 7, 2017
- Oct 8, 2017
- Hello, Kevin +Kevin Walsh Good morning. Thank you :-) It is a childish poem, but it matches the innocence of Lise's picture. I like to preserve the spirit of her drawings.
REPLY Oct 8, 2017 - I find a lot of depth in this poem, it seems to change its focus each time of the three times I read it. but many of your poems do that.
+Sushama KarnikREPLY Oct 8, 2017 - That's inherent to the craft of poetry. +Kevin Walsh . I never wrote poems before I came to G+. But now that I have started, I find it engrossing in many ways. I think irony is the soul of poetry and it is best when it intrudes upon the poem without our knowledge. Else I find monologues the most comfortable mode to write in.
REPLY Oct 8, 2017 - I am left feeling your brilliance as a thinker and a writer too often......you do write a lot Sushama so forgive me for missing the best of you as I tend to be able to take only one of you in on most days ......the less I write the more I have to say. so now I refine the need to write into the book and find myself enjoying writng poetry more in writing less of it...I never go back and read them as I feel its too selfish in the writing to go back and spend more time bathing in the reading of them. but each time I read you I find another something of you in there, reflection? sliver? you? postcards from the spirit you are I think :).+Sushama Karnik
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Interestingly,
You gave the sun a gender. In German grammar, the sun is female - die Sonne.
I like it, because ‘die Sonne’ is the mother of life.
Nevertheless, great little poem! 😀REPLY
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