Thank you! Yes working on it. Became a poet, informally, late-ish in life when the words started pouring out and now learning to get better at the craft. Hoping to improve a little each day. Thanks for the encouragement.
I was that boy, and, as a man, I am still that boy. I know, of course, that your poem isn't "about" boys, that there are girls who are just as attuned to the beauty that surrounds them, but there comes a point in the maturation of boys when their peers are less tolerant of such raptures. Power to the ones who hold fast and true to their soul's inclinations.
It's a beautiful sentiment, Reena, expressed in a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you Ed for reading and writing to tell me! Exactly what you said… with age we all get inured to so much beauty and hence joy that’s right here, right now, especially from nature. It’s wonderful to hear you’ve still got and kept that capacity!
Thanks for writing Lalitha. That's so sweet. I love those mustard fields...they're everywhere these days and the car often stops to capture a photo or two :-)
So beautifully captured! Nature has overwhelmed and captivated me so many times ! It has helped look at my life as larger than myself. I hope we never lose this ability; the innocent wonder and curiosity ! Love love love this poem - one of my favorites from your collection. ❤️
Thank you so much, dear Anu! That means the world... And yes I hope that very much too. It was one of my mother's towering strengths and this is a remembrance for her too.
A lovely. I'm often delayed by nature but I think I'm equally delayed by people. Many mornings, I delay my day to watch an elderly Asian woman—a grandmother or great-grandmother—as she walks her grandchildren to the bus stop. They are rambunctious boys so they spin around their grandmother who walks very slowly with her cane. Ahe hunches over. Her hat is large. Two or three times a week, I watch them.
Thank you and I hear you. That is such a sweet sight and observation! I wonder what she thinks and if she smiles when she sees herself in them... Thank you for sharing, Sherman.
I love the word gaggle. One of the reasons we love our house being infront of a middle school is exactly this reason. To see a gaggle everyone morning and evening - a joyous affirmation of my aging and life going on ....
Thank you Mona for reading and writing. What a sweet notion! There is a small school run by an old couple next door to us who teach kids Mandarin. Sometimes when I am in my garden I hear them playing and laughing. It's the sweetest sound.
always love poetics, and some lovely spring vibes here - well done!
Thank you David! So happy to hear you enjoyed my words.
Keep them coming!
Thank you! Yes working on it. Became a poet, informally, late-ish in life when the words started pouring out and now learning to get better at the craft. Hoping to improve a little each day. Thanks for the encouragement.
You're doing great - I have been writing poetry for a long time, it's such a rewarding medium to express in :)
Thank you. Indeed! And has a mind of its own too… :-)
all about that good flow :)
I was that boy, and, as a man, I am still that boy. I know, of course, that your poem isn't "about" boys, that there are girls who are just as attuned to the beauty that surrounds them, but there comes a point in the maturation of boys when their peers are less tolerant of such raptures. Power to the ones who hold fast and true to their soul's inclinations.
It's a beautiful sentiment, Reena, expressed in a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you Ed for reading and writing to tell me! Exactly what you said… with age we all get inured to so much beauty and hence joy that’s right here, right now, especially from nature. It’s wonderful to hear you’ve still got and kept that capacity!
Oh yes! The sights of nature always stop me in my tracks. But how you describe it here, the setting, the actors, that's great.
Awesome writing, great poem.
Thank you Arjan! Isn't it wonderful to be distracted like that? It's a gift really. Thank you for your kind words. So wonderful to hear that...
Love this Reena. A perfect poem and perfect topic as spring and children come out to play
Thanks dear Anne! So lovely to hear from you and that the poem resonated with you. Hope you're well. Sending you love...
I work with a gaggle of kids and I can picture the scene. I've been enjoying the he mustard flowers on our hillsides so much❤️❤️
Thanks for writing Lalitha. That's so sweet. I love those mustard fields...they're everywhere these days and the car often stops to capture a photo or two :-)
Absolutely! And much more so now that I’ve stopped chasing the almighty buck.
Haha! Yes! Thanks Tom for reading and writing to me…
So beautifully captured! Nature has overwhelmed and captivated me so many times ! It has helped look at my life as larger than myself. I hope we never lose this ability; the innocent wonder and curiosity ! Love love love this poem - one of my favorites from your collection. ❤️
Thank you so much, dear Anu! That means the world... And yes I hope that very much too. It was one of my mother's towering strengths and this is a remembrance for her too.
A lovely. I'm often delayed by nature but I think I'm equally delayed by people. Many mornings, I delay my day to watch an elderly Asian woman—a grandmother or great-grandmother—as she walks her grandchildren to the bus stop. They are rambunctious boys so they spin around their grandmother who walks very slowly with her cane. Ahe hunches over. Her hat is large. Two or three times a week, I watch them.
Thank you and I hear you. That is such a sweet sight and observation! I wonder what she thinks and if she smiles when she sees herself in them... Thank you for sharing, Sherman.
I love the word gaggle. One of the reasons we love our house being infront of a middle school is exactly this reason. To see a gaggle everyone morning and evening - a joyous affirmation of my aging and life going on ....
Thank you Mona for reading and writing. What a sweet notion! There is a small school run by an old couple next door to us who teach kids Mandarin. Sometimes when I am in my garden I hear them playing and laughing. It's the sweetest sound.
That boy is me. Still!
Love that Tej!