Two Poems by Myrtle Thomas

 

Sudipta Modal 

The Wings of Birds and Butterflies

in summer my eyes are filled

with flowers and white clouds

animal shapes swimming in a sea of blue

scents of summer flowers and green grass.

the nights of silver stars and golden moonlight

fireflies sing until twilight and the owl hoots

such a calming effect in sync with the whippoorwill

time seems to stand still, and I find such joy.

I see the billowing of clean sheets hanging to dry

the scent of laundry detergent tickles my soul

time has allowed me so much to be thankful for

while I sit under the sprawling maple tree and rest.

the world revolts and revolves around me in my serenity

maybe too much anxiety to find rest from their minds

maybe too blind to the summer sun and moonlight

there might be some searching for luxury, too busy to notice.

I shake my iced tea glass and the ice has begun to melt

my eyes catch the butterflies sitting on my roses, their wings

seem to be happily breathing and winking at the hummingbirds

so quiet my world seems in the chorus of birds and bees.

The Hush of the Stars

there is quietness found under a sea of stars and darkness

only the woodland sounds sing to me and cover me
in a cloud

it's here that I long to rest my heart and head

hiding myself away from the crowds of society

I'm sitting like royalty.

summer nights seem to be getting shorter and sunset
nearer than before

at first I can count the stars and divide them into
different groups

selecting the silver from golden stars and brightness

and I can hold the moonlight in my hand perfectly

in this kingdom.

I reside within my heart and head and hold the joy
of gladness deep inside

solitude and silence can be medicine to the soul and
church to some

I sit on a church pew of mossy green softness

the clear creek is musical if you believe.

soon the temple of heaven will paint my church in
colorful pastels and leaves

finding the joy of the universe that we all
should cherish

the mingling of sun and cool nights is now evident

as the colorful leaves

mystify me in their

           falling

                 spinning

                          flying.

                                                                       

© Myrtle Thomas

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Myrtle Thomas

Myrtle Thomas lives in America and is retired from a large manufacturing company. She has been published in several poetry journals and magazines, and is a member of ALLpoetry.com, writing under the pen name Bluebird74. Myrtle self-published four poetry books and also has a new chapbook on Amazon (In My Land of Dreams). She uses poetry as a form of medicine to heal past wounds; poetry has been a companion to her for over thirty years.

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