RESONANT REFLECTION
LXIV.
Whether the reflections of nature rippling on the water or reflections of pleasant memories lingering in the mind and shimmering in the ether - or of both water and memory - there is something magical about refections. They resonate radiantly much longer than the duration of their actual temporary existence and provide dimensions beyond the mundane.
I watch a single drop of water form
From a rain-wet leaf
And gather
Random moisture
From its waxy green
Into a sphere of purity,
Then shatter
Instantly
Upon the pavement,
Unnoticed by the stars,
Their fate,
In miniature.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
This warm early-summery morning, I am touched by an array of pleasant thoughts and sensations. They are nothing dramatic or unusual, but their combination is especially delightful and reminiscent of many other such resplendent mornings. The windows are still open, with a gentle fragrant breeze wafting throughout the house and caressing my skin.
A few moments
In my life
Are truly precious,
Their glint and glow
As fleeting
As the sparkle
Of a distant star,
Their source
As real.
As near,
As far.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
When a moment suspends
In silence
Too profound to break,
It cannot
Be forgot.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Turquoise vibrations emanate
At times
Around intense
Aquarian dreams
And sweep into
Brilliant rainbows of the mind.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
My oasis,
My mirage,
Are one,
Filling at the vanishing point,
Perpetually pouring
Out of sight
Except when thirsty.
I am never dry.
From whence comes water,
I cannot know,
For, lo -
I cannot see my own eyes.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Water-colored sunset
Inked in with branches
Silhouetted on the pink and gold.
Morning glory
Fades in memory.
How brief
The sweet illusions
Yet how eternal.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Vivid Imagery possesses Truth.
No need to flaunt it.
It often dwells in stillness,
And in Truth ~
The Comforter
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I wanted
To light your life
With a thousand
Lights and colors,
To fill your heart
With melodies
And laughter,
Ever after.
To lift your walk
Upon the ground
At eventide much lighter
Than a flight of birds,
Stir your morning fires brighter
Than the sun itself.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
When and where
Are here and now.
And how
Is simply..
This!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Every day's
A beautiful
Beginning.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Memories . . . like the corners of my mind, misty water-colored memories of the way we were . . .
Nature . . . hauntingly lovely gently reflected in a stream . . .
Graphics designed and created by Nellieanna Hay, using Photoshop Elements 9, unless otherwise notated.