Rosemary Poem by Anne Yun
Rosemary
Sometimes, there comes a song of fury.
From a forlorn island named Rosemary,
Blue birds are singing against blue,
Green worlds are keeping memories green.
There is no to be, or not to be.
Everything is merry for you and me.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
I can't believe it's over, all blue, all green, but a dream
Tells me to be, someone or something in the song of fury.
It's so symbolic you refer to Hamlet's TO BE OR NOT TO BE as NOT an element of your world, because that Shakespeare play is about a broken world that can't be fixed, the inevitable fall from grace and into guilt, etc. etc. but your dream is about the exact opposite: WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD. Even after you wake up I sense the JOY goes on. As i read your poem I felt lifted up! !
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4/23/2024 11:58:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Anne I just want to check with you see how you are doing. I thought I could read your mood in your new poem. If you described a willow tree under a dark sky with raindrops slowly dropping from the tear-shaped leaves, I could read your mood clearly. But if the willow tree were suffused in golden light filtering through its green leaves and a party of children were playing tag under its wide umbrella, oh my, I'd know your heart was light and airy. But there are no new poems to read, so I just have to ask, How are you, Anne? Is there springtime inside of you? I hope so, you deserve nothing less than happiness. I have two finches that perch on my balcony railing and son't fly away when I come out. They listen as I talk to therm, wag their tongues and tilt their heads. If you're feeling down, I could send my two ambassadors of summer to bring you cheer! !
Dear Daniel, summer keeps raindrops singing, but my heart is still loitering, I have been waiting for a poetic passion that can consume me, but life just keeps me waiting and waiting. I kept nonsense in a dairy, wish someday something could reopen my eyes with glory. Best wishes.