Cadences. To Creative Writers, Flash Fiction and Poetry Lovers
As the whistling willow caresses me,
The rain weeps lovingly from within the clouds.
The vibrant flow from the key-strokes of Bill Holland –
Like a rushing stream –
Takes me to that ineffable realm,
Where stagnancy is not welcomed,
And words become alive!
I see the rhythm; the symmetry of the lark in flight,
I hear its chirping melody,
Resonating over a lake with gentle ripples;
Coloured by the luminance of the crescent moon.
O for the ‘Flash’ of Frank and Chris Mills (Cam);
The wit and wisdom of Jodah, which,
Like a maze of mysteries, weave their intricate patterns,
As I become lost in the grandeur of their designs.
It is then that I remember the sublimity …
The penetrating verses of Nellieanna;
The loftiness of Surabhi’s; Rasma’s romantic tapestry of flow.
Sweet cadences, timeless and immortal, like Love,
You weave your magic, Like a Libran pendulum,
Swinging and dancing to the Soul of Mozart;
Smiling with the magnificence of Da Vinci’s Mona.
I see Audrey’s masterpieces, woven together, like a ballet,
Graceful, eloquent… waltzing with the flow of Consciousness;
Whispering to the tempo of Mother Earth.
Here they mix with the lustre of perennial stars;
Radiate an enchanting symphony,
Banqueting at the birthless and deathless feet, of Immortality.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted 20th June, 2016.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
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