Water crystals refuse to smile, have you noticed, I stare
at the crystals attached to my white lamp and the crystal
on the edge of the bathtub, all I see is ice-cold beauty, so
charming yet without a smile, without joy
However impressive the geometric arrangement, without
the colour and form of flowers these crystals do not radiate
joy in spite of what Dr Emoto says about crystals formed
after exposing water to prayer, music or pollution
The silver crystal arrangement on my glass stand never
laughs at me, remaining distant and regal, emanating a
silver note only; the flowers in my office laugh in a riot
of colour; yellow and pink vying for supremacy
Pink roses smile with a velvet alto voice; yellow daisies
delight by giggling in a sweet coloratura, joyously, no
wonder fairy tales tell of a small boy enticed by a wild
snow queen to forget the love of his youth
He was finally released by his beloved’s warm tears, the
laughter of flowers made him whole - I keep staring at the
beauty of crystals wishing I could make them smile…
Monday 8 April 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem