Poem -
A Perfect Moment In May
And as the rain
pelts the cypress trees
their pins vibrating
against the soft, yet forceful wind
that has blown in from the south Â
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and the morning cloud so lowÂ
almost like
a white cotton sheet blanket covering the hillsÂ
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the beautiful Iris seemingly crouchingÂ
maybe she's protecting
her beautiful petals so precious
​​​​​from the onslaught of nature's wrath
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and me?Â
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with my Nikon z8
wrapped around my hands
finger clicking away
just hoping to takeÂ
the perfect shot?
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on this...
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a perfect moment in May.
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Comments
Your description of the scene in the first 2 verses is so vivid that the reader can definitely see it. The power of words - the right words. I always like the French phrase - les mots justes. Pelts, pins vibrating and blanket, they are so descriptive and pelts is so onomatopaeic.Â
I mean I am biaised about May for so many reasons which I will not go into here. I know the weather there has been pretty naff and you paint that picture well but, as you say in your poem, through the naffness can emerge perfect moments. Love the last line reiterating the title. And your picture.Â
Have a great day dear Shirley. It's dull, dank and drizzly here today. 🌹
Thank you so much dear Bernie, it's been a very weird change for us here in Italy, 20 odd years ago we were hitting the 30 c sunshine non stop in May but we haven't had a winter, and it feels more like living in the UK hey I'm not complaining I've always loved the British weather, but we are in wine region, so I'm not sure the farmers are best pleased. Thank you as always for your wonderful review. Have a wonderful day dearest Bernie. 🌹
Shirley believe me when I say I hadn't read yours when I wrote similar just now lol. Well entirely different but same subject...rain, nature, spring! Your's is far better by the way...it has a gentle beauty x
Well my dear Marion, gentle is in fact the iris it's one of the most delicate stunning flowers blooming in the Florence region at this moment along with the rain of course. We write what comes to us, and if they are similar I'm sure that is because we are in sync with poetic pens dear Marion. Thank you so much for passing by. 🌹