upon green lea

"Seeking, always seeking...or knowing it is found"

"How optimistic the fields that grow
To appreciative eyes the fruit they show
Diligent is the northern breeze
Laying unfetter'd life over these..."

Diligent breeze virtuously
Surrounding the ones who seek
Above horizon's razor-edge line and
Over mountain's pleading peak.

Contrarily meandering, pitifully seen,
The anemic lights -
The eyes of those peering
Throughout  lifeless nights.

Under shallow stones
They seek a way, some way.
But, alas, another turned stone,
Another sullen day. Someday...

Who wonders, my thoughts urge,
How optimism grows?
When routinely consumed,
I ascertain, with pessimistic throes.

Hold fast this offered warm embrace!
Lovely pale lights,
I won't let you disappear
Into black-ink nights.

For diligent is
The northern breeze
Hope binds death and
Gives life and rest upon green leas.

Reviews

[Kai Rollins]

If I've ever seen a true verbal painting...it was reading this. You've taken me so far in this. I thank you my friend

[Rick Stassi]

Thank you for reading....that I truly appreciate and am thankful for you kind words...

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid poem. Thank you for penning...:)...........................

[Saddam]

Contrarily meandering, pitifully seen,
The anemic lights -
The eyes of those peering
Throughout lifeless nights.

A sad condition, but well written art. Great job dear.

[Rick Stassi]

Thank you both. I am glad you read the poem. Yes there is purpose and there is the constant seeking for purpose. Time is the enemy of the seeker. It is a sad condition-but there is hope. Bless you both