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Monday, May 20, 2013

THROUGH THE MAGNIFYING GLASS



Yellow petals
Discarded from aerial homes
Abandoned to rest
Scattered on a Carpeted lap
Warmed by sunlight
Streaming in through shadows
Sipping droplets
From the ruffled feathers
Of a mother and gooslings
Pecking, picking
Drying in sojourn
Till they join the ebb and flow
Flapping, inviting the petals
Into their fold
On a new journey.




Sprouted from the floating spread
Leave no waving images
Upright in and out
Above and below the surface
In embrace the petals stand tall
Shimmering 
Floating gently or rooted?
An illusion decorated by wafting aerial shadows
In the backdrop of
 Reflections blending in water.



Two wonderful pictures: first from Poetry Pantry - #150 at Poets United

 and the second one from Open Link Monday IGRT.

16 comments:

  1. love all the nature elements in this...the petals fallen warmed by the sun, the ducks....and i am all for new journeys...smiles.

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  2. Pecking, picking

    Drying in sojourn

    Till they join the ebb and flow

    Flapping, inviting the petals

    Into their fold

    On a new journey

    Loved these lines.

    You have written a beautiful poetry and the first one I read twice.




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  3. Wonder what it must be like to live in an aerial home ? And the carpeted lap of Mother Earth so appealed.

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  4. OOOo so sweet, just loved it.....spring time

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  5. I like the scene of the mother and goslings, I have seen some here in the parks ~

    Nice illusion in the second one, the roots of those lilies are underneath the water ~

    Have a lovely week ~

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  6. Beautifully expressed Akila! Love the second one!

    Hank

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  7. Steeped in spring - I love the baby goslings.

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  8. Beautiful images--photographic and poetic!

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  9. Akila, these were both rich with appreciation for nature. The second one, with its floating - lotus plants? - unsure whether they are rooted, is something I've always pondered. But, like the Loch Ness Monster, I really don't care about the truth... let me dream on the possibilities! Lovely. Amy

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  11. I liked it, Akila. I thinkg the birds and fowls move those yellow leaves around and throw them nilly-willy with many going to floating places. They are looking for worms and bugs hiding out beneath the leaves.

    Thank you for peeking in on my Monday Link poem. I am very sorry to be so late in returning your nice comment.
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