any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
I love this! Your opening and closing lines are magical. Just beautiful.
nice...like metaphor of the filling bowl...and great end as well with dirt road star light...
Filling or emptying. If I could be walking on that road, I'd be filling with delight in the stardust. Interesting word "riveted." Everything swirls around and for that, to lift the feet and enter the magic.
A beautiful piece!!!
There is nothing like coming home after a tiring night (or a day) out! I feel this, Sumana.
This is really pretty!
I felt a special celebration in this that brings life and stars out of a weary day.Charming
Vibrant and picturesque :)
Homeward feetAre rivetedWith wearinessThe feel to be home can be stifled for a while because of tiredness. Rightly being home is where one wants to be! Nicely Sumana!Hank
the entirety of your poem is all magical. I especially loved this:the evening bowlis filled with chirp and twitter...to me it could mean a party of eccentrics chirping and twittering away on poetry while dressed in fairy tale attire...Just beautiful... good day!
So much life captured in that bowl..and offered to us...like sunshine
I love the sky being pin up. Very nice.
"On the dirt road Of stardust" - a timeless, expression of the simple pleasures in life.
I love how with your opening and closing lines you take us from the birth of evening to the beginning of night... smooth.
Evening bowl filled with chirp and twitter...Homeward feet riveted with weariness...Impressive visuals!
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