Bamboo Night
Swaying
with the wind,
they bathe their
sleek bodies
as rain falls.
Leafy arms glisten,
fingers beckon
as they dance
with the silver moonlight.
Singing to the spirits
of the forest,
Voices tangle
with the mountain breeze.
Tasting the earth,
they drink the rain,
stretching their arms
to the sky
until the stars
shower down
upon them.
Bamboo Day
The morning sun raises it head,
casting sleepy grey clouds away.
The road to Hana
twists and turns
like currents of the sea.
Golden hau blossoms, ferns,
ruby red mountain apples
shimmer in the sunlight.
Trudging up
the jutted road,
sentinels of ginger,
hau, kukui, bamboo
lead the way.
Deep in the forest,
bamboo
live in solitude,
a quilt of leaves
at their feet.
They gather and pray
to the earth,
wind, rain, sea,
moon and sun,
chanting in the
morning light.
(I'm sorry about the formatting of the poems. I tried to place it into two columns, but that didn't work out.)
How evocative and perfect for a dos a dos book structure. It also makes me want to visit Hawaii again!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Clare! Yes, I think this is really paradise. I like to get away from the hustle and bustle and going out to the country area is quite beautiful. I'm sure there are places like that where you live,too.
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely prose, Linda!! You've a gift, no doubt. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, MidnightGypsyLuxe. So kind of you.
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