Tumultuous Belly…..

She walked through her father’s garden,
Where lilies told stories of love,
And honey bees nested on the windows,
Often alone she would mix with the trees,
The trees carried her secrets in their rings,
And spoke of seasons fair and dark,
When the wooden bridge broke,
And the river flooded the streets,
The trees would often sing to her,
Their branches dancing to her rhythms,
Or she liked to believed so,
For she saw the skies with her blue eyes,
Puddled with dreams of the sea,
And the desire for a shore,
She would often gaze into the infinity,
Sometimes a messenger would come,
Carrying the news of her homelands,
Where she was born,
Where she intended to die,
The other she would spend the day,
Plucking off weeds in her hair,
And tiding them for something,
Only she knew,
Maybe someone that would bring her peace,
The tumultuous belly of her being…..

23 thoughts on “Tumultuous Belly…..

  1. This is so beautifully crafted Kumar. Such sweetness in these words. I love how you captured the respite found in nature of the flowers and the bees and the river and the trees offering respite and “peace for her tumultuous being”! ❤️ Cindy

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  2. Your poem is as deep as the sea that puddles in her blue eyes. She’s in her father’s garden, but she was born overseas somewhere. I wonder where she is from and where it is she wants to go. It seems she has been there for some time but she clearly longs for something else. 🙂 Great poem. Nice to meet you through Cindy.

    “her blue eyes,
    Puddled with dreams of the sea,
    And the desire for a shore,
    She would often gaze into the infinity,
    Sometimes a messenger would come,…”

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    1. Thank you so much for the Visit Marsha. I am glad that you liked this little work of mine.
      She indeed is. Troubled with things of the past or something deep down her, she tries to replace it with the company of trees. Glad to know you. 😇😇

      Stay safe. 😇

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