(dedicated to Ms. Anzhelika Fuks, a lovely pianist)
Dropping waters amaze me
Their tiny circle patterns
Lock me in very deeply
Again and again pull me in
Rhythmic freshness grabs
My soul, my senses
Pours me restlessly
Rejuvenates all my strengths
It whirls, it circulates
Flows very slowly
Touches that very heart of mine
Removes all tears
Leaves of tenderness
Seduce me to dive
Into deepest memories
Of love, of longing
Dreamy I see your figure
In silhouette walking on calmly
The edge of spring evening
You smile so mysteriously
So smoothly you take
My breath, my dream
Won’t you leave me
In this fragile fragments?
(inspired by Liszt’s St. Francois de Paule marchant sur les flots)
Lucid drops of waters, very fun to touch your memo. very lovely poem
very refreshing, as usual, good job, and a pleasure to read your work.
ripples of freshness flowing out of these words that rhyme make me read the poem one more time(and more)
Very passionate piece and a lot of nice images you use to express what you feel.
A good poet takes inspiration from anything that he sees and produces great poetry. One great poet of Telugu by name Srisri once wrote, 'A whelp, or a piece of soap or a match stick nothing is useless for poetry'
Ahmad, another wonderful combination of nature and the nature within mankind, the need for love and its touching memories. Your ability to intricately and delicately paint a picture of nature and then take us into your heart/mind and sensitive persona is cause for pause and wonder. Thank you. My very best to you and yours! Carol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a very good poem