The queen of flowers
Unfolds her petals with a flourish
Open to the gentle warmth
Shying away from rain
She shivers from cold
Shrinking from winter
Also withering from summer
She seeks slight breeze
and longs for a mild sun
The early day is her chosen time
I said, “It is dark all around
I am waiting for the light”
He said, “Just open your eyes
It is bright all over”
I said, “It has been night all along,
I am waiting for the sunshine.”
He said, “The sun is at its best
Your eyes are inverted
It is the darkness of your heart
that you are feeling.”
And I am still waiting…
I look forward to the day
I would migrate
to a land far away
full of lush trees
fleshy fruits and inviting flowers
I know the route by heart
to the distant land
I would pass by the sandalwood trees,
countless palm trees and finally
reach my sought-after destination
I would perch on the same old oak tree,
not caring for the new ones
I would sit on a new leaf everyday,
teasing the pink flowers
and savouring the fruits ready to fall
I am ready to migrate
to that land
of my dreams
Hi Friends,
Jāņi, a Latvian festival, is celebrated from the night of 23 June to 24 June to honor a Latvian pagan deity called Jānis. This day is very special for everyone called Jānis or John and also the whole of Latvia. Men decorate themselves with leaves and women with flowers. And there is celebration all around, with songs, dances and delicious food.
Why are we speaking about the festival of June in October? Our fellow blogger, Esengas voice, wants to celebrate this festival in the blogging world. Esengas voice has a lovely blog, with colorful photos, evocative haikus and poems.
To fully participate in the Līgo Circle of Appreciation:
Complete this sentence about blogging: “A great blog is…”
Refer back to the blogger who invited you
Invite 2 bloggers to join the Līgo Circle of Appreciation on a post
To me, a great blog is something that makes you travel to a new world of the blogger’s choice. If not, it should make you pause a moment and think enough to click the like button.
My choices for the Līgo Circle of Appreciation are:
David: David’s blog, thoughtsfromtheoutdoors, explores nature with beautiful pictures and deeply felt words. Start your journey in this blog and feel the outdoors in Florida for yourself.
Cuhullen: Human nature, romance, and humor – Cuhullen’s blog has it all! This blogger has also begun to explore fiction and it looks very promising. Check it out!
Thank you, Esengas voice, for inviting me to the Līgo Circle of Appreciation. So, let us join Latvia in celebrating this festival.
It was a moonlight night
With no stars or blemishes
On the still sky
I gazed awestruck,
at the looming moon
When a shiny object slipped
from the moon, falling
into the corners of my lawn
I ran outside and beheld
a shining stone, brighter
than any diamond, that could
belong to the earth
I preserved it in a velvet cloth
in a corner of my cupboard
Touching and feeling it every day
Walking around the world with a glow
not sharing my secret
of the moon’s precious gift
One day – I took the precious stone
to my lawn,
Desirous of relishing its beauty
in the full glow of the sun
The sun immediately turned
Its full focus on the object
Glaring greedily
and the next moment
My velvet cloth was empty,
no trace of the shining stone
Where did it vanish?
Did the sun absorb it?
The betrayed moon
never graced my lawn again
I had lost its precious gift,
but the sun stays for extra hours
Mocking with its heat and immense energy
The remaining flowers of the long-lost gardens
Still wait for the faint dew drops
The same way the ancestral flowers
Looked for drizzle
Slowly turning into wild showers
The rain that strengthens weak roots
and threatens delicate plants
The new flowers,
have faint lingering memories,
when they were still blooming
of old fading flowers,
slipping down on the night of a fierce storm
The ghost no longer resides in the old castle
in the darkness of the royal lodgings
It waits in the windows of spacious residences
Seeking entrance in an angry body
to enter a disputed community
to encourage negative thoughts
probe into a mind of pessimism
pierce every miserable heart
It has no place with a happy soul,
a relaxed heart
and a peaceful community
They both huddled in a damp building
with fading, light green walls
away from the inquisitive eyes of the world
They held hands and spoke earnestly
and the wall came closer to hear them
He whispered incoherent words into her ear
which she half-understood,
but the green wall blushed bright green
as it understood the meaning of the each word
and its deep implications
Was that wall a woman?
Next he made promises
and the wall went further green
This time with envy
The wall was probably a woman
She waited for him
The next day, the following day
and the whole week
He never came
She wept with sorrow,
no companion to share her grief
but the wall shared her misery,
crying with her,
till its faded green color
further lightened
Yes, the wall was definitely a woman
Do not lower yourself onto this bench
It is not meant for you
Not for lonely people like you
It is a bench made only for lovers
who glide over the stormy waves of love
without losing their way to temptation
It is a bench made only for lovers
with the same focus in mind,
much like the emperor
who built the monument here,
a fruit of his passion
or perhaps his obstinacy
for the world to marvel
But, do not lower yourself onto this bench
Come with the perfect partner
As the bench awaits you, eagerly
It was night and night all around
the sun refused to glare at the land
and moon feared to shine
A land of failure, it was called
Cursed by nature and God
Every living thing had a poor growth
Grasses looked pale
and flowers blossomed black
The land of agony
waits for a day
the obstinate sun would turn the force
of its orange glow
the moon would take pity
and display its bright beauty
the black sky would turn blue forever
bringing with it all the good fortune
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