Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring…

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring... short poem

I stare at the bride demure and dainty
in her virginal veil.
Lift my eyes a little
to see her shed her modesty.
Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism
as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.
She sheds her colourful garments and reveals
only to me
like a woman can : her secret to the seasonal lovers that she takes !
Aah, I carry her message in my ample bosom: the secret code to survival
mapped in the language of change.
I move on, drenched in her embrace
to yet another mystery that lies in wait for me,
somewhere around the corner…

And find

The greens held sway this morning!
Stately in their demeanor
They paused ,
Buttressed and rooted in their past,
Yet I see death eludes them
For they have no baggage to shed
Just leaves and some bark
And petals and petioles may be.
Tales they regale tall and short
Fragrant and putrid sometimes too
their scent
As if to remind us gently
the purpose of life is life itself
In all its layered simplicity!

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Jayshree Murali

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A volunteer mentor in a Beyond School Learning Program at the not for profits VIDYA ( www.vidya-india.org) I love working with children and youth. the inclusive and diverse platform that is VIDYA , has been the perfect foil for creative expressions to emerge as we seek to collaborate a holistic learning intervention by providing a joyful learning environment. Who am I ? existential question... exploring through journeys of life.. a seeker's quest finds expression in many forms and poetry is the language of the " Now " that is influenced by the dreams dreamt and the dreams that lie ahead.. a celebration of what is here !
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@Jayshree_Murali an extremely elegant verse that captures the colours and essence of nature in its spring raiment..

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The veiled allusions to life. The metaphor of the bride, and the profound treatment of the subject, all summed up to a poem that it is.

Felix
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super like!!

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