Monday, November 29, 2010

Blooming...Through a Child's Eye

As it seeks the warmth off bright vermilion
Little bud begins to bloom...
A transparent curtain drops
As the starving pupil learns-
to read Your vision.
And into its tiny world, intrudes Your universe
Sweetened with luke warm milk,
Glossy with lazy silk,
Red with Autumn rose,
Cozy with granny's prose,
Mystic with fairy tales,
Glittering with silver vales...

And the little lies vie-
for a neverland
in the vision of that old child...


Tiny droplets of crystal tears-
Coalesce into sublime azure
Where fairies sprinkle mad showers
of jubilant rains,
Purple-tinted with blooming pains...
Receding lanes....
And the sailor sails through-
Trillions of tiny waves
of VIBGYOR dreams,
As the fearful voyage through the crimson white
Harbors at Your glowing black.....

The little bud finally blooms
into a thorny red
Autumn Rose....

37 comments:

Claudia said...

oh this was very dreamy...nice one shot!

dustus said...

Definitely dreamy, and with sensory aspects to the lines that make your poem a joy to read. cheers

poemblaze said...

Vivid imagery, yet surreal!

Beachanny said...

What are truths and what are lies, are lies for telling truths and truth sometimes a lie and is it always hidden in the obvious spiral of the universe or a red autumn rose?
That's what I read into this tale, now tell me if it's truth

Reflections said...

Beautiful imagery... love the thorny red Autumn rose in the end.

Sayandeep Kundu said...

The veil of our senses and all earthly attachments shrouds our vision, and we are into those gallant lies that are all, put together, the absolute truth of our life..pain or joy..these are all attractive lies..behind all these weeps our conscience and the truth of the universe still hidden to us...like the beauty of the red Autumn rose..though beautiful.. yet thorny for sure.. :)

Sayandeep Kundu said...

The bud is the truth.. like a child's eye.. pure innocent.. and true..
But the rose isn't, however beautiful it might look superficially...though we have every right to be amazed at its beauty.. :)

I don't know why but the poet in me fancies wavering between the skin and the spirit...
Regards~ Sayandeep

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful. You had me at vermilion.

ina said...

very beautiful!

dan roberson said...

A colorful poem with lies that vie, images of a red autumn rose, yet all is not as it seems to be,
beautiful poem with imagery.

Kristen Haskell said...

Your writing is rich with the color of metals and stones, which happen to be my first love. Gorgeous!

nance marie said...

many very wonderful sounding words. very pretty words.

Shashi said...

Very beautiful... and a joy to feel your thoughts... and images...Thanks

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Jingle said...

cute imagery.
Thanks for sharing with poets rally.
have fun reading others.

Marlee-I Mystic said...

I truly enjoyed this perspective. As a mother I often try and look through my kids eyes and this was a nice take on that. Thank you

Happy Rally
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dasuntoucha said...

Vibrant writing.

ashbeezone said...

Very beautiful imagination..
Take a look on my poetry..
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2010/11/25/depths-of-my-heart

Sumit Sarkar said...

Great work :)
"The little bud finally blooms
into a thorny red
Autumn Rose.... "

I love it :)

Lu Ann said...

How I still believe in fairy tales!
This reminded me of a lot of things...
"old child" Very nice.

jargnar said...

Brilliant emotions :)

thejuliebook said...

I liked the phrase "Sweetened with luke warm milk"--a nice touch. Thanks for sharing this one in the rally!

thoughtunchained said...

Beautiful poem! You capture the mood so well! Your imagery and symbols are beautiful and so effective in capturing childhood and growing up, well done.

If you want to return the favour, here's my link:
http://thoughtunchained.wordpress.com/2010/12/02/red-planet-writer/

drmadangoyal said...

Really great vision.
Bud is great as it is innocent, but flowers being tender need thorns around.
There is lot of beauty in full blown flowers.

Harshika said...

wow beautiful poem :)

Leo said...

beautiful vision and perspective in this dreamy poem :)

Here is my Rally Poem

DeLi said...

i quote dickinson when she said "bolts of melody"

chickunderconstruction said...

Great poem...

Seasweetie said...

Beautiful - your words make the colors dance.

My submission for Thursday Poet's Rally is here: http://seasweetie.wordpress.com/2010/12/01/haiku/

Thank you for sharing!

Short Poems said...

So beautifully written, love it :)
Take care
Marinela x

industrialarts said...

great imagery... dream like in feel. nice job!

JamieDedes said...

A dreamlike sense of fairytale, but an important message. Well written. And we do buy into illusion and lies.

Here from Jingle's Rally ...

Poem on ...

Anonymous said...

simply fabulous sayan, what a lovely journey from a bud to a rose.

gorgeous!

trisha
mydomainpvt.wordpress.com

Jingle Poetry said...

please return favor to poets who are here, have fun!

Strummed Words said...

The little bud becoming a thorny rose...a transformation. Very nice sequence.

Ramesh Sood said...

And bloomed you too with this poem.. beautiful..lovely.. and thank you dear for being on my page and getting connected.. I will be back..

chamiechamz said...

very imaginative piece, :)

Jingle said...

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