Faces, fluffy white clouds
hang still on mountain tops.
A brown dirt road meanders.
Surprised, still being alive,
stunted grasses fight to grow.
Struggling, holding back,
sun rises slowly in the east.
An emerging scene.
Flower, slowly opening,
with a glow of morning light.
Hidden places lighten
magical spaces surface.
moments come alive.
Eggs crack, and new life appears.
Stimulating changes to come.
Life, keeps moving on;
Sun sets happen every day,
a shooting star; dies.
Moon rises on a darker world,
So much goes unexplained.
21-04-2008
the last line has a lot of depth..lovely imagery.through out..this is a new style..i did not know this...thanks for inviting me to read this lovely poem
Your word pictures dazzle me. 'Faces fluffy white clouds hang still on mountain tops'. 'Eggs crack and new life appears'. I could watch it all unfold. The last stanza allowed me to ponder on life's mysteries. 10 Karin Anderson
A series of beautiful poem pictures. Your last line is very profound. I am so glad I did not miss this one. 10/10 for one of poemhunter's finest imagists. Always your friend, Sandra
A brown dirt road meanders. and with it our minds wander into the world of your poem... Beautiful, you took me there... Colin J...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem can easily be interpreted as whatever the heart believes