My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

June 9, 2011 “honeysuckle”



slipping through green mountains

the silvery ribbon glides

like living smoke

misty morning softly rides

upon scintillating water

a thousand bubbling voices

trickling, tickling together

in cacophonous harmony

each singing its part

and part upon part

each instrument in perfect time

with the cooling flow

of a deepening rhyme

all to play the silent symphony

of the sleepy-eyed river

soothing past me

greeting the long rays

of golden sun reflection

the shimmering mirror

shows my lazy insurrection

bathed in sweet fragrances

of bluegrass

and yellow flowers


as if the gods were making breakfast

a single drop of nectar falls upon my lips

my eyes close

the music plays

I taste the honeysuckle

©tlh 6/9/11








3 responses

  1. A very soothing and calming prose ,much serenity and peace within your words , methinks that imagery you have created should or was shared with someone with a heart filled with love
    Ian aka Emu

    June 9, 2011 at 1:02 am

  2. What fine imagery to start my day with….it brought back some special memories…thanks!

    June 9, 2011 at 8:24 am

  3. lifeinarecipe

    A very hypnotic and visual piece.

    June 14, 2011 at 9:51 am

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