Nordic cloud

Jun 29, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The lacy leaf is lifted

lifts the lacy leaf

the chorus of white

wood flower choirs

singing the repeat

of years and years

those passing years

like sleet obliterating

snows, in winter cold

in spring as white as white

as a winding sheet at night

the skeletal leaf

once green

is brown is beautiful

and delicate

as light as air

as soft as down

resting on the flowers

last years dream

in showers

shadows hiding their grief

but then they feel no thing

or do they

those inanimate things

we see

some say they feel

another way

and who's to say

this life is beautiful

today

— Nordic cloud, Jun 29, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

pint_a_stoli

16 years 11 months ago

Ann

You are simply a sensational poet with a sensational mind. Your unique perception of the world is so naturally reflected in your lines...like watching sheep studded over an Irish hillside, grazing on a perfect Sunday afternoon...like the sounds of the New England fishing boats rocking in their mooring just before sunset. ....yours is the song I could never weary from playing over and over. PINT

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

I was just leaving when the 'pint of milk'

I caught sight of your comment. Oh WOW what poet would not be blown over by such a lovely comment as that? I cannot imagine, it is what the Zen philosophers, the Taoists and all great poets of the past place as something of the highest perceptions, that of the NOW of the beautiful planet we are priviledged to live on. The 10th of a second, seen, understood and enjoyed like the flash of Nirvana, of paradise revealed in the ordinary, the everyday the, the, the....? You too have painted it here, those sheep and boats; the sheep are not quite so romantic in a fog as they keep calling to each other all night slowly getting mre and more hoarse ending up in a croak!!!! Must keep the balance!! Thanking you so much for your wonderful comment 'the milk of human kindness' With love from Ann of Norway.

bjp

16 years 11 months ago

Dear Margaret Ann,

What a wonderful swirl of words you have made. It makes us walk in the woods as the seasons are loomed at our feet, playing out the fabric for our path. A poem which delights the eye and the mind, in a stir of ponderings. wood flower choirs singing the repeat of years and years those passing years like sleet obliterating snows, in winter cold in spring as white as white as a winding sheet at night The connection of nature to nature: I image a sheet winding in passion, caught amidst legs happy in frantic indolence. resting on the flowers last years dream in showers shadows hiding their grief but then they feel no thing "last years dream" is an important and pungent image. "no thing" rather than the standard "nothing". I have grouped these words above simply to better show the brilliance of the weave. some say they feel another way and who’s to say this life is beautiful today The poem ends on uncertainty, but also an affirmation. Like having your cake and eating it too. I do think you have found a beautiful thing here, with your pen. Brian

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

Dear Brian

Oh Brian of the erudite pen, you write so well it is a joy to read whatever you write, but this is even more so when you say such lovely things about my poem. Those most beautiful leaves, I have photographs to illustrate this too, and the leaves-lifted has facinated me for many years, they could be treated in many other ways too, specially those that are pierced and hang suspended to weather the end of their lives, or those that strangle their host not allowing the flower ever too open, so many variations exist, I cannot keep up with my ideas they lie there thick on the ground for me to choose from. I am happy I never have the problem of being bored. Love to you Lord of the Winnipeg Waters with your fair maiden Olya to paint you pictures and the waters to frustrate and entertain you with their ever changing moods. Margaret Ann.

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

Lacy leaves

O'Queen, you have strummed the strings of my heart, which is dedicated to the lute-like notes of Mother Nature. I think that the line,[ singing the repeat of years and years, these passing years.] give credence to the 'lacy leaf' lines. It is something I might have said myself. I may be biased. However, Kelsey is right in that you weave the most beautiful lines of imagery. It is indeed magical! Gee.

barbsdad2003

16 years 11 months ago

I'd like ...

the recipe, please, for what you feed your magic pen. Thanking you in advance, Chuck

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

My recipe is my life Chuck but:-

The joy of life that I inherited from my forbears The love of nature's ways and details The freedom of no creed to follow The freedom from what other people judge me as And lastly the lately discovered belief in myself and my worth (not pompously but not negatively loaded with self doubt and apparent lack of intelligence, helped by others to achieve this understanding thoroughly, its relief is great) I am now wholly myself as I never was before At least I think so!!!!!!!!!! Glad to please you and to give you some of my joy of nature and all its wonderful colours and moods, we are made of the same stuff, we humans, and are equally fascinating and every one of us unique. To your unique self Chuck with love from Ann of Norway And thanking you for the stars too of course, not so keen on the aspect of any competition, we are all just different and see in our special ways and write in our own ways too, but thank you for them just the same.