Germinating Poem by Bharati Nayak
Germinating
How many years was I sleeping?
One thousand or one million?
Under layers of ice I was sleeping
Closed, closed deep
Amid darkness
In deep slumber was I.
One day I woke up
With raised head
I opened my window
To see
Layers of ice have melted
Sun is welcoming me
With open arms
A new world, open sky and million stars.
The air lovely
Colors abound
Green fields, blooming flowers.
I felt a touch of heavenly hands.
I breathed
I danced
I rejoiced
I mingled
And melted
In the sun beams
As I become
A dot of color
On the petal
Of a flower.
Hibernating your soul awakes Germinating warmth, color and love stakes.
Wonderful imagery. Nice depiction about a hidden seeds of skill. Many thanks for posting.
melting into beauty, or a final step towards awareness. I am thinking if the Great Buddha meditated that way! ! ! lovely poem
Thank you for reading and appreciating my poem.Yes, it is about the discovery of creative energy that remains with in us.
Now my poem 'Germinating goes to Bri Ewards' November Showcase- -A real honor.Apart from getting three comments in a row it also goes to his 'My Poem List Wow- There is much sun light, Thank you Bri Edwards.
favorite lines: The air lovely Colors abound Green fields, blooming flowers. I felt a touch of heavenly hands......................bri ;) NO! those were NOT my hands!
NOW i shall place Germinating into Section A of my/our November showcase for PH poets, on my site, found in my list of poems. thanks. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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a variety of comments. i choose to believe you were a portion of the ice, (polar ice? ; glacier ice?) , and, upon receiving your freedom, you melted, evaporated, rose into the sky, and descended as rain, snow, hail, fog, sleet. or.......what else is there? ......back to Earth, where you came to rest on a flower petal, taking on the appearance of a dot of color/colour. ;) bri a lovely 'story' and poem, no matter the exact meaning. i see the three topics above and see why at least one reader thought the dot of color was a poem; maybe it was/is. to MyPoemList.