It is no surprise, the mouth of suffering
Cannot compare to the Bending River
The embroidery of nature renews all ill-sentiments
The waters refresh where once we tasted poisons
Dew chills the lotus pod of our youth
Mornings taint our flesh with anticipation
The pearly curtains of new days give us a hush
Now I lie by this cold river of forgiveness
Waves toss the wild rice seeds, but my eyes rise
To the colors of immortal companions
Favorite ideas, cherished ideals, precious values
My colored brush may have captured images
But the spirit of time bitterly hangs low
In gold and silver branches of green bronze
The moon comes out, and life is slippery as rain
That which gives it its support must be the High’s skill
It is no surprise, the fragrant leaves of yearnings returns
While even reclusive hermits like me, feel it
Long rains and harsh winds have not harmed the land
On the contrary, red flowers from the shown green
Will be someone’s guest tonight, a hundred years from now.
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Very beautiful work!
This was great, looking forward to rereading to feel all the meaning hidden in the words.
Thanks Josh, I do suspect some hidden ones here.
Reblogged this on bohemiangypsy and commented:
just absolutely stunning
Thank you for your gifted spirit and beautiful words.
dear wujhi… am so curious, how come you are not lazy to write poetry everydayyyyy………… need some tips here :3
I just read a lot of other poets so I’m never empty of ideas.
🙂 thank you, btw may i request one poetry about Palestine. would love to read your thought on that issue 🙂
So beautiful – though I’ve grown, in a very short time, to expect nothing less. 🙂