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The Pensive BIrd Of The Mountain
A morning walk in the pine forest, as everything was ripe for the feet to be stretched
and the mind to be swept clean, as some nights are such dark that all the world's lights are not enough
to illuminate its abyssal glooms.
A journey along the upward track,left by morning shepherds, aiming to pump a new feeling into the tired heart,utterly drained of its emotional slang and truthful glossary, as the brain was a few inches to collapse....
The morning mist like a veiled face, gives way only to bright glistening pearly dots
that peep,thick and laden with heavy night, lying flat by the mountain foot,
still odd and full of shimmering mystery, and riddled with tall trees
piercing thru' and skyward heading, giving a vibe of myth and romance
Striding lightly along, quiet was the underwood and damp was the earth,
yet, still deaf keeping the forest sounds echoless, a desolate void engulfs the noisy spirits,
once used to chant and banter, the cheers of the olden days now, echo a deaf tune
that no tree no bird can ever echo; it seems as the birds lived once here then migrated to their asylum.
........
The silence was the crown of the atmosphere, austere, yet reminiscent
of the happy past born sometime ago
Those tall pine trees, speak of the olden times once been twins with the boys
and kids who haunted the hills, and chased the birds, right in their nests with a childish thrill.
...and dipped deep in shallow swamps, when the sun used to laze in a flaming orbit,
stuck in a torrid zenith..slashing the earth with a scorching heat
.......
They were small, the boys, as little as a reed's height..but much taller and slender
to climb the highest rocks..and jump as fast and high as a sloughi feet..
As for the one who scribbled these lines, he' is the pen who witnessed their growth
through the long years, still carved on memory pages...
Their spiky tips, dewy and shining with bright sheen, as the lemon sun
gently whispers her rays across and through the slender branches.
Beyond the rocks, lies a jujube tree, now denude of its leaves has become a goldfinch
natural Elysium to send his voice far and wide, far from the torrid land, the inside voice vibrates
over the mountain echoing Serenity, Nature and Beauty.....
-plz listen carefully-
https://youtu.be/x1cxO33Vaus
note: sloughi is an arabic dog for hunting-
and the mind to be swept clean, as some nights are such dark that all the world's lights are not enough
to illuminate its abyssal glooms.
A journey along the upward track,left by morning shepherds, aiming to pump a new feeling into the tired heart,utterly drained of its emotional slang and truthful glossary, as the brain was a few inches to collapse....
The morning mist like a veiled face, gives way only to bright glistening pearly dots
that peep,thick and laden with heavy night, lying flat by the mountain foot,
still odd and full of shimmering mystery, and riddled with tall trees
piercing thru' and skyward heading, giving a vibe of myth and romance
Striding lightly along, quiet was the underwood and damp was the earth,
yet, still deaf keeping the forest sounds echoless, a desolate void engulfs the noisy spirits,
once used to chant and banter, the cheers of the olden days now, echo a deaf tune
that no tree no bird can ever echo; it seems as the birds lived once here then migrated to their asylum.
........
The silence was the crown of the atmosphere, austere, yet reminiscent
of the happy past born sometime ago
Those tall pine trees, speak of the olden times once been twins with the boys
and kids who haunted the hills, and chased the birds, right in their nests with a childish thrill.
...and dipped deep in shallow swamps, when the sun used to laze in a flaming orbit,
stuck in a torrid zenith..slashing the earth with a scorching heat
.......
They were small, the boys, as little as a reed's height..but much taller and slender
to climb the highest rocks..and jump as fast and high as a sloughi feet..
As for the one who scribbled these lines, he' is the pen who witnessed their growth
through the long years, still carved on memory pages...
Their spiky tips, dewy and shining with bright sheen, as the lemon sun
gently whispers her rays across and through the slender branches.
Beyond the rocks, lies a jujube tree, now denude of its leaves has become a goldfinch
natural Elysium to send his voice far and wide, far from the torrid land, the inside voice vibrates
over the mountain echoing Serenity, Nature and Beauty.....
-plz listen carefully-
https://youtu.be/x1cxO33Vaus
note: sloughi is an arabic dog for hunting-
Published 22nd Jun 2024
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22nd Jun 2024 4:54pm
Nice that you put that in there about the dog. this a nice smooth read. Really enjoyed it Hamid. Fia xoxo
22nd Jun 2024 5:57pm
Your presence elates my heart Fia,
Thank you as much as you write your sweet poetry.
Have very nice times ahead.God bless my friend
Thank you as much as you write your sweet poetry.
Have very nice times ahead.God bless my friend
22nd Jun 2024 4:59pm
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. It was deep and I could feel the intensity within. Lyrical and relatable
You laid this out well and it flows nicely.
Thank you for sharing. I also enjoy adding natural aspects into my writing.
Keep it up! I look forward to reading more.
You laid this out well and it flows nicely.
Thank you for sharing. I also enjoy adding natural aspects into my writing.
Keep it up! I look forward to reading more.
22nd Jun 2024 6:02pm
Thank you Mirna for the sweet feedback, on my humble poetry.
nature is the essentiel element in my works, though it takes a little
mention sometimes, but it sets the general vibe of my writings.
Thanks for your sweet feedback. god bless my friend.
nature is the essentiel element in my works, though it takes a little
mention sometimes, but it sets the general vibe of my writings.
Thanks for your sweet feedback. god bless my friend.
22nd Jun 2024 6:38pm
You are welcome. Nature is beautiful within itself, I like adding emotion along with that to my writing.
Bless you too
Bless you too
22nd Jun 2024 7:13pm
Thank you Zelle , be blessed my friend.
Nature is always beautiful, we stain its Beauty, when we behave
badly against its flow........
Nature is always beautiful, we stain its Beauty, when we behave
badly against its flow........
25th Jun 2024 4:18pm
That was playfully mellow I can see it written from a mountain thru a mental view and this is the serene thoughts that would come to be in that clarity.
25th Jun 2024 4:26pm
Thanks heaps my friend.
Indeed, i brush my first scratch from the mountain because of the
first impression i get, once at home i try to embelish my composition.
before i post it a fine draft.
have good times, bless my friend.
Indeed, i brush my first scratch from the mountain because of the
first impression i get, once at home i try to embelish my composition.
before i post it a fine draft.
have good times, bless my friend.
25th Jun 2024 4:35pm
I do the same when I scribe, I put myself in that place. I could tell you do too.
rarely do i compose at my desk,
i am a retired painter artist, so i was influenced by the Impressionist painters. they used to paint on the field,
so do in writing my poems.
i am a retired painter artist, so i was influenced by the Impressionist painters. they used to paint on the field,
so do in writing my poems.
25th Jun 2024 4:43pm
I was big into art as a youth, Salvador Dali was a favorite of mine and left a great impression(ist).
25th Jun 2024 4:50pm
Yes, very good inheritance you he bequeathed..
i had my strong points in easthetic sciences, Heigel and the
Greek notions i have absorbed along with my study of literatures..
i had my strong points in easthetic sciences, Heigel and the
Greek notions i have absorbed along with my study of literatures..
