A Springtime Fantasy Poem by Daniel Brick
A Springtime Fantasy
The sheen of sunlight burns
the lake water. Deep below
the water must be boiling,
ready to bubble to the surface.
But the surface shows no sign
of disturbance or anything
surging toward us. All is poise.
Daisies and lilies are still asleep,
roses grow redder in the sun:
flowers bloom, the garden flourishes,
right at the edge of wilting. How can
Nature maintain such an exacting balance?
I was impatient for this day to begin.
I woke early, turned off the alarm,
went to the balcony and breathed
alternately green or blue air.
The green air carries earthy smells
and reminds us of origins. The blue air
is suffused with cloud energy and
summons us toward the empyrean. Which
shall I favor today? Is favoring one
over the other proper? I will instead
create a new harmony of green and blue
air, a new bond between below and above.
Even when it boils inside, everything appears placid outside! This is exactly true of our mind scape too! In the second stanza, the poet plans to embrace a way of life where there is harmony between the empyrean and the mundane! Man is of body and soul and one cannot lead a meaningful life by divorcing one from the other! A great write, profound and philosophical!
Your comment adds the spirit to the flesh of my poem.. You put a philosophical frame around my imagery and I can clearly see the message of harmony in the poem. Your eyes penetrate to the deepest layers of a poem! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:51:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A visual treat, balanced verse. Through sensuous imagery you put the reader in a spell. And yes, nature makes us wonder how to keep a balance, how to make a choice between things. Nature has a lot to teach. Your poem has achieved a poise, a balance i must say. A huge 10.
We both love nature and it shows in our poems' imagery. Imagery, my second poetry teacher taught us, is the essence of poetry, because it partakes of both wonder and reality. of vision and fact. That's what I find in your poetry, too.