(Water) Word-Cycle

Words pour like rain

when in utterly miserable pain

Tumultuous torrents

Flooding from a heart

throbbing with an aching

with nothing and nothing to gain

but the utterly miserable pain...

It never rains forever...

Fountains of poetry

under mountains of sorrow

after the rain, still remain

lingering on, to be borrowed

in happier times, of blue and yellow.

It's never all sunshine forever...

Inhaled by the rays of the sun,

the fountain water gathers in the sky

to make another grey cloud

another rainbow

another rain of pain

Another cycle's done

Yet another one begins...

and there goes life,

humming, strumming, and LIVING.

-Uththara-

Artwork: http://artrussia.ru/en/oleg_leonov/picture/1556

To a Growing Young Sapling

A young sapling…

With so much passion

So much energy

Patiently vining its way

through the dark, passionate labyrinths of life.

Impatient, at times,

To touch,

To taste,

To feel…

That's what you were, then.

When I first beheld those eyes

They were refreshingly fresh,

constantly curious…

Trying to capture each moment in life;

Yet, as a rare combination of perfect colors,

They had the depth of a pundit

right by the side of that playful, sensuousness...

Now Grown…

Grown to be the masterpiece

of a young talented artist…

Grown to be the cruel hybrid

of a Darcy and a Dorian...

Grown.. To be owned

by a contemporary queen.

Regardless…,

I will be the beholder

Of your life's painting.

I will be the oldest reader

Of the long novel of your life...

Cz I am a patient gamer,

I am a curious reader

till my mature eyes rest.

-Uththara-

Artwork: https://www.viazymonline.com/blank-cards-c-21_22_30_34/green-man-5x7-blank-greeting-card-fine-art-print-pagan-mythology-cernunnos-oak-king-forest-goddess-art-p-50839.htm