India is in the midst of a hot summer and the trees are
ablaze with the colors of the season. Sharing with you the glory of Amaltas,
the Golden Flower Tree (laburnum tree)
I roll over
on my
stomach
facing the garden
kick up my legs...musing
kick up my legs...musing
My garden unfolds
like a painting...
Heavy, drooping tassels of Amaltas
Swinging in shades of molten gold,
reign among tropical lives
teasing the surrounding unceremoniously.
In heat, sweat and dust- sine die
teasing the surrounding unceremoniously.
In heat, sweat and dust- sine die
The smallest,
youngest bud
Shivering in
summer’s panic
slip under the flower-laden branches,
The suffocation of flower
delves into the depths of my soul
nudges me---to act and be felt.
Chased by love and passion, I rush
Cup the blight bud in my palms
feel its softness against my cheek
Push it under growing leaves-- I believe
Tenderness sustains us
under the auspices of divinity...
I crouch under the Amaltas (laburnum)tree
slip under the flower-laden branches,
The suffocation of flower
delves into the depths of my soul
nudges me---to act and be felt.
Chased by love and passion, I rush
Cup the blight bud in my palms
feel its softness against my cheek
Push it under growing leaves-- I believe
Tenderness sustains us
under the auspices of divinity...
I crouch under the Amaltas (laburnum)tree
In literal faithfulness wait with the li'l bud
for the auburn sunset..
Electric lights come on
Long shadows disappear
for the auburn sunset..
Electric lights come on
Long shadows disappear
I falter for a moment
but, promptly rise
to the pledge of the night
Longing, hoping for some more
passionate moments
but, promptly rise
to the pledge of the night
Longing, hoping for some more
passionate moments
Clouds, sunshine, and seasons
open inside my mind's paraphrase
Displaying nature
with heavenly prowess...
with heavenly prowess...
Colors within
colors, and
me at the center
keep hearing
the soft rustles
of leaf on leaf
keep hearing
the soft rustles
of leaf on leaf
in its inescapable lull
My passion drives me forward to live for my
dreams. A passionate moment, no matter how big or small, strengthens my
confidence and self-esteem. I enjoy these feelings and strive to receive them
as often as possible.
This poem is shared with Verse First---Passion of Poets United AND Real Toad -April-come-she-will
So mesmerizing. A truly magical poem and "I believe tenderness sustains us under the auspices of divinity" is breathtaking. Beautiful Panchali!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa..
DeleteYour passion comes out in lyrical words to touch me--i have no words to describe your prowess--long live Panchali!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh, you're kind, Indu. Many thanks!!!
DeleteBeautiful poem. Intense feelings.
ReplyDeleteTravel India
Thanks, Vishal:)
DeleteThat is a gorgeous picture...beautiful lines...they remind em a lot of Keats' verse, especially Ode to the Nightingale
ReplyDeleteI liked the pic too...thanks Swarnali!
DeleteThe smallest, youngest bud
ReplyDeleteShivering in summer’s panic
slip under the flower-laden branches,
what lovely imagery...and i really like your opening...i look forward to the weather turn when i can roll around outside a bit...smiles...love your sensory work in this as...letting us see...and hear the rustle...
Thanks Brian...aah, those were my fave lines too:)) Thanks for the encouragement!
DeleteI love laburnum trees SO MUCH! They are beautiful, as is your poem. I especially love "Tenderness sustains us under the auspices of divinity". Wow.
ReplyDeleteEven I love laburnum trees so much! Glad you liked the poem. Many thanks, Sherry!:)
DeleteI love Amaltaas(and Gulmohar!)
ReplyDeleteYour poem has immortalized the awesome beauty of Amaltaas...even when it is not there to be lost in!
Lovely indeed:) Thank you Panchali:)
Hahha...thanks Amit:)) Your lines have thrilled me....!!Many thanks once again!
DeleteA beautiful poem....... Golden words.....
ReplyDeleteDebnature
Kenfolios
Thank you, Debopam...
DeleteLovely imagery!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Deepak!!
Deletevery beautiful and golden words.. truly mesmerizing..
ReplyDeleteawwiii..thanks li'l rat:)
Deletelovely poem
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, mukhtiar!:)
DeleteA beautiful description ... your words are magical !!!
ReplyDeleteComing from you...I am elated Speck! Thanks a lot!
DeleteThis is stunning, Panchali. The Amaltas tree is indeed a beautiful tree. I love "My garden unfolds like a painting" and then the stanzas that follow. It is like your feeling for this beautiful tree/ garden leads you inward to explore your passion, your passion for living in general and specific. Yes, "tenderness sustains us." Without it, we wither and die. And in the end, we are led back to to the tree again, the tree which caused the poem to unfold. Lovely message in your words!
ReplyDeleteMary, It was just an attempt.... and hence I am thrilled to read your comment.Thanks a bunch!!:)
DeleteI am bowled over by your sheer brilliance of the power of imagination and the power of expression..Luv u Di :)
ReplyDeleteLove you too, Odyzz...:))Glad you liked it... it inspires me to write more... thanks re :)))
DeleteWho says summer is harsh, you just made it pretty with a beautiful poetry. I loved the opening lines and where you talk about holding buds and feeling it on cheeks.
ReplyDeleteawww....I love it that you loved it...You're one lovely person Saru. You comment has pleased me immensely... :)))Thanks a lot!
DeleteA treat to the eyes! Beautiful pic and the words you have written just add on:)
ReplyDeleteOh, thanks so much, Bushra!:)
DeleteBeautiful vivid portrayal in cadence stays on even after the reading is finished
ReplyDeleteGeetashree, Thank you for the compliment... glad you liked it... been worth the sleepless night... :)))):D
DeleteMany thanks!
Oh! beautiful,pretty, what more can I say?
ReplyDeleteYou've said everything...ssshhh...Thanks so much, Sarala.
DeleteThis is a very positive response to the season! Beautifully described.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kerry!! :)
DeleteLove the trees and seasons from your part of the world ~ Here, we are still wrapped in winter, but slowly spring is coming very soon ~
ReplyDeleteYes, you are lucky--look at us here. Kolkata is extremely hot n humid already...sadly, our spring-time is very short!Thanks Grace!:)
DeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis summer is too hot.
Thank you, Rajesh!
DeleteSuch a beautiful tree...thanks for your passionate words and description of your season!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie...Mighty pleased to see you here... :)))
DeleteU have displayed Nature with heavenly prowess by the power of ur words in a Panchalibolchi style of elegance &Grace with a sprinkle of passion & deep understanding of ur motherLand.“Jahan dal dal par sona ki chidiya karti hain basera woh Bharat Desh hai mera”(Where birds of gold dwell in every branch that is my country - India)..Happy Easter :)GOD<3U
ReplyDeleteAdhi, You comment has pleased me immensely... :)))Thanks a lot! That's an amazing patriotic song --I ma proud to be an Indian!:)
Deletevery nice poem..
ReplyDeleteWelcome aboard, Amit:)Thanks for stopping by...and for your lovely comment!
DeleteVery very beautiful Panchali di.
ReplyDeleteAww..thanks Jayshree!! Good to see you here...always! :) :)
DeleteNice composition with lot of passion.
ReplyDeleteThanks Eshwar for your constant support...means a lot to me:)
DeleteA golden poem on golden tree by a golden person :)
ReplyDeleteDear Valli, Wow..!!! Now I am really impressed with myself...! :)) Have you a pin handy...? Give me a prick wont you...? Thanks a lot, sweetheart!
DeleteBeautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rupam....:)
Deleteoooooh, i think i know that as "golden chain tree" and it's my very favorite! gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteOh, really..? Could be...because the flowers do look like chains, Marian. They are gorgeous indeed....they are all over the city now:)
DeleteThanks a lot!
Di!
ReplyDeleteyou have added vivid shades to this pale colour yet beautiful piece from nature....verses of love ... that make them brighter!
This is an awesome compliment, Akila... specially coming from you. :))))
DeleteGarden unfolds like a painting
ReplyDeleteYes. And so do your words.
Thank you, Margaret:)
DeleteBeautiful write
ReplyDeleteThanks Shamsud:)
DeleteThis is indeed beautiful, as is the golden laburnum tree.
ReplyDeleteK
Oh, thanks for that lovely comment!!:)
DeleteA beautiful poem and I love your ending - a way that we should all live life!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Robyn! Glad you agree with me....))
Deletesmelling it :)
ReplyDeleteummmm....I strained my nose... could smell it as well:) Thanks Vinay!
DeletePanchali,your poem left me enthralled and fascinated!! Such fine spellbounding imagery!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Usha. What a lovely comment.Cloud nine is a dizzy place to be, isn't it...?! :))))
DeleteI was missing you, Usha!Take care.
Beautiful photo and poem
ReplyDeletethanks
Thank you, Krishna!!
DeleteWelcome Panchali!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. Excellent photo...
I send greetings from distant Polish.
Lucia
The picture and the words are in perfect harmony, Panchali:)
ReplyDeleteI remember these blooms in the trees across the park in front of our house! Thanks for this image and the wonderful imagery of your poem!
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