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House Yonder
The almost invisible house yonder
At which he gazed oft with amazed wonder
One morn at the break of dawn
The sun cast its welcome glow
Welcoming him to the New Day
He found himself before a wicker gate
Felt as if he was on a silent date
Nervily opened the gate- a graveyard
Smoothened pebbles - white,brown,red,green
Looking at a shiny one he wondered on its sheen
Bushes and trees on either side of the muddy lane
Who washed,trimmed the bushes?He wondered and wandered
Wandered off the gravelled path onto the tufty grass
He felt like he was in a peaceful Church gathered for Mass
Soft sunshine on the leaves strewn below
He looked at the engineered array of the "garden"
Birds began fluttering,chirping,singing in his soul
Yearning to be let loose like a slave-bee from hive most foul
He paused to marvel at the flaming red hibiscus
Saw some more small flowers swaying and singing
A lone banyan tree ,gnarled,harbouring memories
Memories of bygone seasons of bygone years
He cast away his nagging spectacles and his watch
Decided to feel more and see less
He was half-blind nevertheless
He breathed deep and slow
Decided to move towards the Door
A song in his heart ,a spring in his step,he moved fore
No bell-push or rope-bell on that bright Door
Did he see a plate ?"Come in if you all machines despise"
Gently he pushed the Door open with his palms
The wind chimes tinkled in the soft breeze
He felt he was welcomed! He felt at ease
The House was a stack of wooden logs
Curtains weaved of green grass dotted with flowers !!
Floor heaped with straw and dry leaves
The leaved crackled beneath his feet
Sweet smell of hay intoxicated him
He felt numb and did not care who was inside
Lay down on the hay sniffing the sweet odour
Drifted into slumber listening to songs of birds
Cawing of a crow awakened him
He heard the crow"Get out! it's almost dark!"
Gingerly he yawned- refreshed and rejuvinated
He walked out through the Door of the Nest
The sky was bleeding.. it was almost sunset
He quickened his pace crossed the grave-lled path
Back into his gizmo-gadgetted cubby-hole
Something he had left behind he was not Whole
©bishu
Takes my mind into the woods
Takes my mind into the woods where I stand by a window and watch the view daily looking out to the forest and beyond. Then one day, the sun shines just perfectly into a nook within the greenery and I see a small cozy cottage never before noticed. I liked this poem of few words and how it took me away. LOVELY, respected sailor man.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Good evening Respected nightlight1220... but
Good evening Respected nightlight1220... but I haven't yet finished typing !! I save the typing often since sometimes after typing many words connectivity fails & I have to retype From Ever Your friend Sailor Good nightlight1220.Now it is complete though very lengthy Respected nightlight1220.Thank you very much for your kind read ~forever your friend Popeye-the-Sailor~(10.20 a.m. my marsh time)
©bishu
It was wonderful to see what
It was wonderful to see what I was wondering about! I had only seen this wonderful natural nest from a distance, and now I smell the greenery, hear the birds singing merrily to greet me. Love this magical mystery tour of the cottage in the woods!
.....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
The walk home sounds
The walk home sounds frightening...lions and tigers and bears, O My!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
My good friend nightlight1220
My good friend nightlight1220.Yeah ! that's why I prefer sailing so that I can't see the sharks until it's too late !!!! Loud loud guffaw followed by fits of coughing. Thankk you Respected nightlight1220 for your valuable time.
©bishu