Summer Joy Poem by Savita Tyagi

Summer Joy

Rating: 5.0


Morning air is cool and fragrant with Jasmine.

Rests on the side table an orange Crossandra

Its petals are soft as silk.

A hummingbird comes to buzz over it.

For that exotic bird, my presence is too alarming.

She hovers and hovers above the plant,

But flies away without sipping the nectar.

I almost feel guilty to be sitting there!

Soon eyes turn inward to watch

A tender memory of your,

Rise like steam from the cup.

Is it elixir pouring from my morning tea

Saturday, July 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,summer time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 27 July 2019

A sweet and marvelous poem that captures the joys and wonders of nature that only summer could bring. Vividly portrayed and well crafted write.

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Valsa George 28 July 2019

A beautiful experience of a lovely morning! Sometimes when a bird suddenly gets scared of my appearance and flies away, I too feel sorry!

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Aniruddha Pathak 08 August 2019

A lovely poem on nature and birdie behaviour.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 31 July 2019

Thank you Poet Poet for your kind read and encouraging words rarely a poet will ever visit a poem second time so as I have repeatedly said either read one of his or hers or sms thanks SAVITA JI THANKS DID U READ MY GOLDEN YEARS POETRY INSPIRED BY YOU

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Kumarmani Mahakul 31 July 2019

Dear madam', you have inscribed a nice environment where Morning air is cool and fragrant with Jasmine. A hummingbird comes to buzz over it but that exotic bird hovers and hovers above the plant and flies away without sipping the nectar. It is sadness for you. A brilliant poem is well executed. '

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Dr Dillip K Swain 30 July 2019

She hovers and hovers above the plant/But flies away without sipping the nectar/I almost feel guilty to be sitting there! I find fathomless beauty in these three lines! A delightful piece of poetry dear madam......10

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 30 July 2019

A tender memory of your, Rise like steam from the cup. tender words all love Is it elixir pouring from my morning tea

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