To
touch a poem
A
deodar blue in the sun
its cones warm in my hands
beneath the hemlock’s
spreading shade
smooth mushrooms
the colour of rabbit fur
the pine’s spiky, musky green
to the song of a warbler
past a weathered branch
of rain softened beech
I walk on dew wet grass
and with these
words
touch a poem.
(Previously published in
first Katha e book of poems, 2010, The song is, in 2015 and in GlOMAG
2016)
Dr. Ms Angelee Deodhar, an eye surgeon by profession as well as a haiku poet, translator, and artist lives and works in Chandigarh, India. Her haiku, haibun and haiga have been published internationally in various books and journals, and her work can be viewed online too. She has edited three anthologies Journeys , Journeys 2015 and Journeys 2017, her latest anthology of International Haibun has just been released on Amazon. It has a total of 133 haibun, the work of 29 poets of international repute.
Dr. Ms Angelee Deodhar, an eye surgeon by profession as well as a haiku poet, translator, and artist lives and works in Chandigarh, India. Her haiku, haibun and haiga have been published internationally in various books and journals, and her work can be viewed online too. She has edited three anthologies Journeys , Journeys 2015 and Journeys 2017, her latest anthology of International Haibun has just been released on Amazon. It has a total of 133 haibun, the work of 29 poets of international repute.
Thank you so much dear Karen,love and light,angelee
ReplyDeleteDear Angelee From India, your poem "to touch a poem' touched
ReplyDeleteme. As you expressed humble desire to write. I believe you
will not only touch, but write many poems, and Karen will
aid you in your endeavor, from green and growing to a
great writer. Good work.
Yancy
Dear Yancy hank you for your kind words of encouragement,with best wishes,angelee
DeleteYour welcome angelee and thanks for your best wishes.
DeleteYancy
Enjoyed this
ReplyDeleteDear John,tnank you so much,love angelee
DeleteHi Angelee
ReplyDeleteI had not heard of a deodar - it is always good to have a new word. Your poem reflects your sensitive observation of nature and it is well crafted. I smiled when you mentioned a mushroom - I have recently seen a squirrel eat one, he stands up, holds the mushroom with both paws - like a steering wheel - and nibbles all around the edges - it is fun to watch. Thank you
Annie
Lovely Angelee, thank you for sharing this with us!
ReplyDeleteDear Angelee,
ReplyDeleteYour poem reflects your signature: love and light.
Thank you,
Michael
At the end of winter here in the US Midwest, this poem is wonderfully evocative of spring. It takes one back to happier and simpler days, when one had time to notice the small and beautiful things, and makes one miss those days so much more. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteDear Angelee - What a beautiful sensitive poem with such vivid imagery...of colour, touch, sound and sight... enjoyed it tremendously!
ReplyDeleteI love this song of beautiful natural images. Thanks for sharing your lovely talent here at Whispers. Best, Suzanne.
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