In Quietude on the waterfront, I hear the kissing sound of water
on the lovely pebbles
That sound reminds me of a deep love once made in heaven
and now on my earth, under a mellow'd beam
of the full Moon
That kiss turns into a flute of a sumptuous melody
A music soft, sweet, mystic, ethereal
My eyelids heavy under the burden of a mountain's weight
lighten up with a spark of fusion
When a joyful beam plays with the pebbles and the water
That sound touches me deep inside my heart
With a love never felt, never seen
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
Wonderful imagery. The whole poem unfolds as the imagery unveils even more to make this a stunning poem. Top marks!
In Quietitude on the waterfront, I hear the kissing sound of water on the lovely pebbles vERY sensitive and sensational trsyt for someone vicinal to the nature.....10 again..
water kissing the rocl.. now that is some kinda kiss. i love the poem.
I noticed that you've put in a typo in the word quietude, you spelt it quietitude but other than that the poem reads well. Ruthie: o)
‘…That kiss turns into a flute of a sumptuous melody/A music soft, sweet, mystic, ethereal…’ Wow! Euphonic Ear-Candy Excellent metaphor… Voted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
Based on Ruth Walter's comment, I have changed the typo for Quietude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have good imagination in you wandering beserk...liked your piece...10