A smooth, round pebble thrown with joy into a Killarney lake,
Creates movement of dancing ripples that reflects the light of the day,
Like the film of their lives, beginning with the first take,
My mother's moist, brown eyes scattered with flecks of green,
Holding internal scars and the vibrancy of your dream,
With your dignity and grace,
You embraced the very core of living,
The gift that adorned you like a regal crown,
Was the art of giving,
Honeymoon by the enchanting, mystical Killarney lakes,
I hold an old black and white photo,
Of our mum and dad on horseback,
Smiling from their love that touched such depths,
Like the mystery of history,
Set in the ever changing shades of the County Kerry mountains,
Sweeping and weeping,
To observe the sheer beauty of the truth,
All part of our roots,
With their hearts joined forever in such bliss,
Like their everyday wish,
Moments captured with magnetic enraptures,
That soared,
With wings of freedom of flight,
Throughout each night,
Even the stars couldn't outshine their hearts glow,
Like the constant, winding river of life in it's endless flow,
The sound of their voices still carries across the wide expanse,
Of heaven and earth,
All part,
Of our loving inheritance,
Like a pebble rippling in a Killarney lake,
Holding time,
Capturing the beauty of the truth,
In the glory of their prime.
A very nice write for your loved ones, I specially liked your lines: Sweeping and weeping, To observe the sheer beauty of the truth, All part of our roots, With their hearts joined forever in such bliss Thank you very much for sharing. I have heard and read words of wonders about The Ring of Kerry and Killarney!
To observe the sheer beauty of the truth, All part of our roots, With their hearts joined forever in such bliss, Like their everyday wish, ..... // superb writings here in this new born leaf in this new born flower in this new born butterfly in the new born human child is hidden the beauty of truth where thinker discover own path of walking ahead to the world horizon........///
Truth is God and God is beauty. (Satyam Shivam Sunderam-Bhagvad Geeta)
A poem that holds time in one's hand. The truth is there. Beautifully crafted.+++10 Robert
A compassionate creation with vivid images of love and happiness. Lovely and very passionate.
A travel down the memory lane, with love and colourful images. Enjoyed reading this old poem, yet again.
Truth is smooth, pleasant and beautiful. Once we feel it our life becomes meaningful. Stars cannot go outside of this law. Love is natural truth too. This poem is penned with much brilliance. Reading this times again I feel very happy! ..5 stars..
Truth is ever powerful and it has own dignity. Truth motivates life with beauty of nature. Truth has wings of freedom and righteousness. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the wonderful lines with the touching, vivid imagery about love, memories, life and the beautiful truth