Planted within life’s soul,
growing awaits future’s mature amidst
mellow of tranquillity.
Floating over fire’s warmth, love
stirs within germ’s mystique the sound
of true awakening.
Life’s lack of wisdom brings
death through pain of heart’s decay,
unlike nurture’s peace that awards joy
when understanding erupts through knowing its nucleus.
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Tranquility, love, warmth, peace - yes, I agree, Frans, these are the awards of "joy" and "understanding" when it "stirs" in a nurturing atmosphere, a true home.
I like your briefer poems as much as your longer ones: they have the same intensity of language, image and feeling, and this one is no exception.
The media's images of modern life are so different from this: they are hard and edgy, often cruel and flippant. Your poem reminds me that we'll lose much if we forget to surround ourselves with traditional, loving values. Nicely done, Frans. And that picture of Victorian romance around a piano makes me sigh - terrific.
Lad
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Lad
November 1, 2007
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