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Wintry Sunday



  In her simple, calming wayof saying thanks,a sound encounter shines,amidst the goldenripples of the sun.They turn into silver, evenin the winter freshof a clear water pond.It’s the joy of brighter lightgoing deeperand deeper with the stone.
   

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raskin

16 years 3 months ago

A clear pond

Nice way of putting gratitude. To look deeply into clear water is extraordinary. I like this one. raskin
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Raskin:

Thank you for your kind comment, it's really gratifying to know you liked this little poem. Sincerely, Hugo
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 3 months ago

Dearest Jayne:

I like the way you put it, especially when I also like this littlest poem of mine, if I may so myself. Thank you dearest friend. I hope you are well enough to continue spitting fire. Love and Hugs, Hugo
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

I am grateful for your

I am grateful for your little poem, Hugo. Much love, Anna
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 3 months ago

Dearest Kailashana:

The way we see the world is the way we see ourselves. Thank you so much for your words. Sincerely, Hugo
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 3 months ago

hello

Dear Hugo, your poem is refreshing, uplifting and graceful. Like a breath of fresh air. Always, Cat
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Cat:

After all is said and done, I believe our true nature remains untouched by good and evil, or any other experience in between. Like a clear pond, our personality reconnects by itself with previous lessons of love and forgiveness. Thank you for your presence on these pages, I really appreciate your comments. Sincerely, Hugo
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

the second Gold to be Silver

"amidst the golden ripples of the sun. They turn into gold, even" Hugo I would like the second Gold to be Silver and then I would send you stars of silver but not yet!! My love Ann AND now after the change its a five star pool of silver light.
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 3 months ago

Thank you Ann:

I have made the corresponding change to the poem, and indeed it looks more beautiful. Thanks for your comment and great advice. Sincerely, Hugo
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bjp

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Hugo,

Terrific metaphor and ending. Brian
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 3 months ago

Brian:

Once again, I truly appreciate your appearance on this page today. Thank you so much my friend. Sincerely, Hugo