Two hearts tossed
Into a vast valley -
Waiting on a hilltop
For clouds to appear
...
Little crystal dewdrop
Trembling daughter of the morning,
On the tip of a leaf of thyme
What are you doing on the hill?
...
Qui possède ces bois, je pense que je sais
Sa maison est dans le village bien que
Il ne me verra pas m'arrêter ici
Regarder ses bois se remplir de neige.
...
Always within myself I keep a profound sadness
The etched friendship of an adorable child
For whom her death sounded the fatal ivory horn
Because she was beautiful, and gracious and blonde
...
The hammock sways ever so slowly
In the gentle breeze
Of a hot summer afternoon
As I, lost in reverie, gaze up
...
Holding onto your reflection
Captivates my mind
Gripping it with my body
Slowly, sinking down into
...
Envelopes arrive from
Foreign lands
Carrying letters once held
By other hands
...
My soul has the naïvety of a glittering entity
Of a snow in February
Ah!We return to the threshold of childhood
On a pathway toward prayer
...
Concealed in my raincoat,
I walk in cozy abandon
Through mist and rain
With my hands dug deeply
...
I also sketch
See the spring season
In the fields
...
Yes, from the moment I saw you,
Ravenous beauty
You seduced me
I caught the love in your eyes -
...
Eduardo Jacobo Miranda Garcia
You sway to the beat
To the harmony
...
Mother Nature played Monopoly,
Passed Go, Skipped Spring,
Landed on Summer -
Evidence existed, however,
...
Years pass by
Without a trace -
Quietly long ago, you
Caught my attention -
...
I have traveled many paths
I have discovered many trails
I have navigated one hundred seas
And landed on one hundred shores
...
What! Without your caring
About the ocean,
Who would reprimand?
You want your place on board
...
The melodious music
From the garden fountain
Bids a friendly welcome
To the Swallowtails
...
Ex Libris Artist)
Love And Dreams
Two hearts tossed
Into a vast valley -
Waiting on a hilltop
For clouds to appear
Tormented
Longing for a tempest
To snatch the souls
Transforming them
Into white clouds
Of two spirits -
Clouds arrived early
Bleak, hopeless and desolate.
Wow dear poet Reva, you have a great artistic skill in this art, you weave words so elegantly. Loved reading this lovely poem today. Keep writing. Wish you a long long poetic journey. Subhas