It darted in the deep brown woods
and clapped and cooed and laughed and croaked.
It swooped itself, down to the clovers,
and rose high among the aged oaks.
When crisp butterflies visited wild flowers,
it fluttered beside them, holding its tongue.
Secretly it gulped in their myriad colours;
not knowing it drank reflections of the sun.
It pranced in troves amidst coarse tendrils,
and slept beside the foxes at night.
When the birds chirped their melodies at dawn,
it woke startled and fled away in fright.
It sprinted into the subfusc caves,
and lay suffused in its hollow requiem.
It spread its arms in sadistic embrace;
to devour the lioness’ hungry scream.
It twirled with the leaves lying on the earth,
and glided with the snakes in tow.
It followed the deers to the glistening rivers,
and in the merry of the waters, it was found no more…
P.S.: For all those times when silence talks and all those times when the sounds of the river muffles it.
Special thanks to my sister for asking me to change the poem from passive to active. I think it has made a big difference.
Hey Sameen, this one is lovely…
🙂 Thank you 🙂
can still feel the goosebumps on my skin on reading this poem…lovely piece dear…
🙂 thank you Nikhil 😀
An amazing poetry. I need not say anything more, lady!!
magical ,..lovely done,,
let me know after you are done visiting…
Hey Sameen, this is ia brilliant piece of writing. Really enjoyed this.
Favourite lines : “and lay suffused in its hollow requiem”
🙂 Hey thanks 🙂
Thank u Rashmi!!
This is just lovely and lyrical. Thank you for a very fine Rally poem.
Mine is here:
Lyrical sounds nice. 🙂 Thanks Jamie…
this was great! i loved your riddle-like quality and the personification
Why, thank you 🙂
Silence speaks! very true…
I love it. Especially your multifarious use of language.
I learned a new word: “subfusc”. Thank you! 🙂
And I learned a new word, multifarious 🙂
Very nice. Loved it!
welcome to Jingle Poetry Potluck,
super lovely poetry.
thanks for sharing.
awards 4 u…
Happy Wednesday, no poets rally this week.
great piece. the use of ryhme is excellent. i loved the images invoked of a creature of the woods… very mysterious. nice job!
Thanks. 🙂 I’m glad. 🙂
This is a great poem. I think your sister was correct in changing the voice of the poem.
Mine are here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/11/07/gettysburg/
Brilliant! Reminds me of poems by Dylan Thomas (and, from me, that’s a compliment because he is one of my favourite poets!). I love the imagery and rhythm here, it is so effective!
🙂 Thanks a lot.
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One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.
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