Walk in slow pace… sit near the bank of the river
Flip around… the arms shiver in bitter cold.
Not all that sparkle…Not all plum blaze
Dropping from the grey sky…the raindrop.
Richly drawn tapestry of the flowers, of the leaves,
A rainbow curve crisscross…a work that so effortless.
The low sound of the water…the attention to detail
On the green grass…over the harvest on the slope.
Tightly woven…incisive exploration…reverse journey
Cloak in the myth…challenging the notion of reality.
Mining the world on the pavement…on the road
Descending of evening birds…some peace there.
Can we reach? Can we cross all the hurdles? Can us…
Carry the conversation to the contemporary life?
“less is more”is that ageless aphorism that is meant to ,somehow,define the characteristics of a “good” poem.On that basis alone,this is a very,very good exemplar of what constitutes a “good”poem.This is “lean”,finely honed and contains enough “surprises”,delightful in their own small way of adding an unexpected hue of colour to the piece.”mining the world on the pavement”;”not all plum blaze”,I could go on,”yes”you’re saying we know.Here endeth the review!
Louis- I am humbled. You have a keen eye for detail and warm heart to embrace all of us. Much appreciated.