I am a living acre without design
an apparent order of action in anonymity
this wind and sun are my neighbors here
i yet attain a shadow or of a squirrel
a silent truce with general nature
and the idea of a plan, severely retarded further
by the poignant excess of luxuries to the few –
I am a living care of temporary possession
an apparent cause of love in union
this landscape and tree are my playmates here
i yet attain a shadow or an art of flower
a silent truce with universal chance
it might be famine all around, but we still
live from smile to smile, by happiness
and small wonders fed, the years
i have been without a home.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/girl-emotion-401831549
He shoots, he scores.
How so dear?
You wove a tapestry of appreciation of everything beautiful we possess- so you shooted, and in the end you scored, with the irrefutable words
“it might be famine all around, but we still
live from smile to smile, by happiness
and small wonders fed, the years
I have been without a home”
I know interpretation is subjective, so my interpretation could be different to how you intended it to be.
Beautiful writing nonetheless Wuj.
thank you, I tried to end on a positive note. You have a remarkable gift of summarizing. (and probably empathizing!)
It was certainly a positive note 🙂 But that’s what was so beautiful about this piece. It was like you had written a story. It started with an absolute beginning which flowed into a climax at the end…..
Thank you for the generous compliment W. Yes, I can definitely empathise!! I’ve been writing about similar subjects recently, though my writing leaves less to the imagination! It just throws it all out 🙂 LOL! I guess our styles are different- but it’s good, it adds variety huh??! 😉 That’s why I am drawn to your work- it always intrigues me.
wow
Hey Zoyeb!
Hey Wuji!