Reposing in this porch
In the yellow noon
Fenced around with grille black
On this quiet grey chair
Alleviating me
Hush of the colourless silence
Zapping out through the white gaps
Gazing at a crow, a sparrow
A pigeon, a parrot
Stuttering, twittering, hooting..
Squeaking, trilling many the other
Dark and bright on green...
A swallow seesawing on a tributary
Rhythmic screech of a squirrel
Fluttering with colourful potpourri
The butterflies waltzing around
An unknown bouffant bird
A radio melody from afar
In iridescent harmony silence tuned
A pigeon, a parrot Stuttering, twittering, hooting.. Squeaking, trilling many the other Dark and bright on green... so bound with nature in a reposing mood your hear the tunes and notes of silence. the ability to listen to the music of silence denotes a mystical nature in you my dear poetess. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
happy to send u a comment and vote of 10. if u hve time pl. read my poem if you die before me. thank you. tony