(Title and first line from Tagore’s Red Oleanders)
O the joy! The joy!
Of being, existing
Taking in a breath
Full of petrichor laden air
And to look!
O to look at the stars
Far off yet warm
From among the trees of past.
Hear!
O to hear the stories
Of ages afar
People to people, heart to heart.
O to speak!
To be able to tell
Stories and poems and
Songs that travelled far.
O the joy! The joy
Of living
Life among the beautiful
The Earth, the Sky and the stars.
There is a beautiful, lyric quality to this piece that would make a beautiful song…the movement from one sense to the other is fluid and gentle and lovely
“O to look at the stars/Far off yet warm/From among the trees of past” is a perfect example of what I am trying to describe. I feel your spirit in these images. Thank you for sharing her with us. <3
Thank you for reading and for giving me such kind words. I am normally messy with my poems, so it means a lot to hear these words… It means I am improving ^^