My Wahi Pana
An oasis in the desert-
My soothing shelter of shade.
A verdant sea of green,
Towering treetop canopies, mossy carpet of green.
I hear the grandma I never had-.
Calling Ho’i Mai to me.
Her tree branch arms
Reach out as if to embrace me.
I smell the fragrant flowers
The sweet and distinctive smells of rose;
American beauty, Tea Rose and naturally Peace
Exquisitely sculpted petals, beautiful hues of color.
All share the towering trellis
Overlooking the tranquil pond
A pickerel plant that went crazy
As if claiming its’ sacred space.
The multi-colored carp endlessly swim by
Gracefully Effortless barely making a sound,
The frog jumps out and then back in,
His splash echoes in the silent peace.
I bask in the cool, calm solitude
Away from the maddening crowd
Relishing my few moments of aloneness.
Before returning to my cacophony lying in wait.
Poems I'd like to publish hope this one makes it to anthology at the end of class. Sounds so peaceful and filled with serenity we try so hard to retain.
ReplyDeleteLove the line about the grandmother you never had. It seems that you
ReplyDeleteknow how to relax and renew in your special places, perhaps in contrast
to the cacophony-in-waiting? That is a good skill, to know those renewing places, and to KNOW how to relax when you get there. Some
people can be in paradise, yet still don't know how to chill out.