Today In My Netherlands
Today in my Netherlands
lots of pluvium
lots of pluvium
lots of pluvium
upon the grey sand
optimal in the winter
where is the glistening
of this amazing endless
universe?
the glistening of winter endearing
splendor?
although in the middle of January
i hope the snowflakes will come,
although no longer Christmas or Santa Claus,
I still have greatest hope in seeing snowflakes swirl
it has been one decennium
no white Christmas in the Netherlands
oh well, always the same whining
lots of pluvium
constant rains
lots of pluvium
optimal in the winter
where is the shimmer
of this amazing
noise?
without one voice
the glistening of winter endearing
splendour
ardour
odour
brought with
by lots of pluvium
before winter's coldest season
more and more
pluvium
during so many decennium
but no snowflakes at all
anymore
till this momentum
in this immense long winter universum
ah snowflakes
ah snow flutters
ah snowflakes flutter
no snow to discover
no joyous glee
left over
no winter wonderland
only lots of pluvium
on the grey sand
that's today in my Netherland
lots of pluvium
lots of pluvium
lots of pluvium
upon the grey sand
alas, no winterwonderland
no new wintertales....
©Sylvia Frances Chan
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Monday 27 January 2020
Upon the grey sand lots of pluvium we see and feel in the Netherlands. the glistening of winter endearing splendor. The momentum is captured and amazing sense is expressed. The inner court of a dwelling, which is usually open to the sky is capable of explaining snow appearance and disappearance. No winter-wonderland is dazzled as winter-wonderland and upon the grey sand lots of pluvium amaze mind. This poem is excellently penned....10
that's today in my Netherland lots of pluvium lots of pluvium lots of pluvium upon the grey sand alas, no winterwonderland no new wintertales.... - - - - A lovely poem - You miss the snowy winter of bygone days! Perhaps this is due to climate change.
lots of pluvium optimal in the winter where is the shimmer of this amazing noise? Very poetic lines, verses dear Sylvia., . thank u very much. tony
'three months there...' sorry I didn't say where, it was Ooty, Nilgiri Hills, a hill station in South India. And what a wet spell! You like rains, but there is limit.
Ah, your poem has transported me back 'a decennium', yes nearly ten years but a long lost time like a millennium. I had spent nearly three months there and experienced that 'pluvium' as you said, rains and more rains, no sun (of course no snow was expected) ....And I had penned a poem there on missing the sun. Fabulous.
Today in my Netherlands lots of pluvium lots of pluvium lots of pluvium upon the grey sand... Pluvium pluvium and pluvium....