5. Joy of a Sunny Day
It's not the water's intention
to disturb its reflection
but a sunny summer day
could not help to present
some brightest colors of season, which
some brightest colors of season, which
merrily danced through
subject matters, eventually
broke them into
pieces of
unrecognizable
subject matters, eventually
broke them into
pieces of
unrecognizable
joy
I am a Monet fan, so I was surprised to read this nice poem. You did well, loved reading it.
ReplyDeletehi Chevrefeuille, glad you are a monet fan. thanks for the compliment.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful yunyi. I love your poetry. The first line seized me immediately-"It's not the water's intention to disturb its reflection." That phrase has such a lovely rhythm.
ReplyDeletethanks np!
ReplyDeleteglad you like the first line. i had a thought to take it off, but decided to keep it. it seems to make the rest of poem more interesting.
Reflections give another perspective, don't they?
ReplyDelete@underthetoadstool, indeed!
ReplyDeleteI love Monet, too! Lovely words to accompany a lovely visual.
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