Here the afternoon’s gold
plays with my eager shadow
Life twirls in a rain-spray skirt
heavily drenched with the scent
of a Casanova breeze
Glistening black rocks
drape their weeds
over a full moon tidal spree
Boughs fish for stars in a silver lake
with curvy vines of green
A lake with lotus beds
wafts away on a buoyant dream
I fly me here often
where every slope rolls down to home
Sorrow blows its nose
and I remain merely
a cloud weeping down a tree
-Reena Prasad
The unsuspecting reader becomes gently ensnared in Reena’s idyll.
The poem’s deceptively straightforward style is undercut with
intimations of a somewhat darker hue albeit one that is none too
visceral,” sorrow blows its nose ” as a line of poetry.,is priceless.
Wide in canvas and intimate in portrayal.
Wonderful poem-I like the last line.
Louis Kasatkin Thank you ! You make every poem seem special with your comments.
Gopal Da-Thank you vey much
@Marieta Thank you!
‘Casanova breeze’ – interesting phrase. Liked it Reena.