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 20^th June, 2016.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~