Away from everyday chaos
Where time flew in a blur
From mundane endeavours
Caging our souls
We took a trip to the lake
That Easter weekend
Lake waters frozen for miles
Stood in silence summoning
Bold feet to jump in
Through a hole in ice
Spirited minds, young
Played soccer on
Last year's grass
Stones thrown in
Murky waters for fun
Released a stench of
Decompose all around
Slouching through walking trails
Slipping in mud frozen glaciers
For them kids, all abound
A universal playground!
A chair swung in the wind
Hanging from a Cyprus limb
As birds flew above
As spring settled in
In far horizon at night
Lights sparkled and blink
Seemingly another planet
To the straining eyes
Spicy lamb curry,
A taste divine
Chicken wings, pork ribs
At supper we dined
Even juicy strawberries squirt
Echoed joys spurred within
Perhaps, most valued
My hour of soul was
The night spent sitting
By the old fireplace
Conversing our thoughts
Sharing views that brought
Friendships closer
Like minds merger
As the day erased
Till small hours, awake
Raking through themes
That we relate to, best
Screams of merriment reeked
In that cottage by the lake
I felt like I was right there with you taking at all in, last years grass, and a touch of the other seasons, I'm also thinking, Only in Canada You say. beautifully said Deva
'Lake waters frozen for miles Stood in silence summoning Bold feet to jump in Through a hole in ice..' - wonderful lines. You make the poetry alive in the mind of the reader by your usage words and inspiration creating a perfect imagery.Thanks for sharing, Deva. Best wishes. A.
A nice vivid image you have put here, nice poetic pictorial of the cottage by the lake. Your ending verses were so fabulous..........loved the whole poem........10
Memories are made of this. I especially like to think of that hour of soul by the old fireplace. A very warming experience. Your recollections are very vivid. Kind regards, Sandra
Beautiful. An outing by nature is so rejuvenating.loved the flow and imagery. Thanks for sharing.
mystic celebration of the easters i must say with someone cherished in that cottage....a cottage long meant for Adam's apple and Eve's banana....10++
It's a lovely poem and mind you I'd like to stay in that cottage of yours by the lake. Oh! my pink tongue also would like to take a bite on that variety of foods you presented, pork, strawberries, etc. wow! Good idea, good work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your visuals are very crisp and clear to the point of almost being there.What a great thing to enjoy and write about as well.A fine poem of family, friends and nature as well.