On Art & Life
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Passing ThroughWhen the morning sun fell against the eastward trunk-tip of the tallest pineI saw that day has many shades, some bright, some mottled, some dark.I felt the pathway at my feet give way to weight, my passing presence,while my shadow stretched across the looming pond and vanishedin a restless wind reflected close to shore.I pushed on and felt the forest’s breath soft against my backas it pursued me inward, through my unthought thoughts, but when I turned to face it, there was no one,only new growth, vexed by my clumsy passage,so resilient, so responsive, shimmering itstranslucent spring glow as if waving megoodbye.David Rossi
Full MoonAfter the evening storm I stepped outsideto find a clear night sky where clouds once roaredand in it, couched in violet, sharp starspierced vision with their remote, ancient lightWhen I looked up to zenith I found darkencroached by bright precursors of full moonand when she burst out from her cloistered placenight gave up all its misted screens to sight Once again a child, frightened, smallI turned away from heaven, to wet earthto look on lunar beauty in a poolof new rainwater unstirred by the breezeand realized the universe is vastmoonlight is the present, starlight past.
Siavash Jaan, Thanks for your kind comment, I will stay, stay with me!Dearest David, your poems are amazing, they touch my senses. I hope to see you soon, Tameshk
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