Shuffled in dreams, played with the words
On an avenue of rain, by the sea, azure
Filled the echoing thoughts of rhyme, he's sure.
A mystical musician from India
An aroma from the purple garden
Flapped the poetic wings, riding indigo and sepia.
Admired the silence of a caged bird and blues,
Smiled with his wooden sword, danced with twilight
When the crescendo of silver played mute hues.
On a half-opened shy road, he fiddles
Stirred the brown pages of time, each night; noon
The curious sun stars and moon.
Celebrated this season with a buzzing mantra
With birds, beaches, blizzard in a circle
Held a magic flute, he sang, Ha! Life!
For Poddar k



Comments: 37
Lovely. Your article is Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Love and hugs from Moscow - S.
This is my last response on this session of Gather. My wife will wake up soon and I must have the coffee ready.
Thanks Janet.
Wonderful
how lovely to do this for Poddar... you are such a true friend to all...
love you... Blessings...
you are the generous spirit..
you are the patient gleaner shaking the basket and winnowing all the goodness from each one that you focus.
I am thinking of Mozart's masterpiece 'Magic Flute' and the 'Queen of the Night 'aria..
magnificent..as are you,BBBB!
take it easy! the little BBBB will come out hating the sound of keyboard tap tap tapping!