Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Corcus in Snow

When I seen this picture it reminded me of this poem

A few of weeks ago I was looking for a poem I’d had written couple of years before, my brother wanted me to find one he’d remember and I’d didn’t. Some of you may remember, titled A Child’s Angel.

Some of you that know me, my style, is that every now and then I like to write in the simplest of forms. I just like the impact better sometimes.

I’d had found several that I will eventually post, when the time is right. This one is on the same line, of my series of the simple pleasure poems. I’d had already have some of them in earlier post on this blog, one titled Question is one I did after I wrote
It’s the Little Things…

It’s the Little Things

How can we ignore
The simple things

As a child smiles
In the rain

Sun’s rays
On a Cold day

The smell
Of breakfast
At camp

How can anyone ignore
What I see
When I look into
Your eyes

Feelings of the heart
Of whom We don't even know

Young love

An elder’s admiration
For each other

Or ignore the
Sound of an
Enchanting melody
Of a small wooden flute

Sunbeams through
The trees
On the forest floor

How can we ignore
A kitten’s cry
For a mothers milk

A single crocus
In the snow

First opening
In the spring

How can we ignore
Little things

That makes


Noelle said...

Oh, I love this...ah, the little things...

and thanks for your compliment. You are too kind to me, George!!

Rhi said...

sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. thanks so much for the award! i'm finally back from my blogging slump.
aah, and it's the little things that matter the most.

Linda S. Socha said...

Love this poem and this photo. It is one of my favorite things!

Please stop by check out the latest post at Psyche Connedtions. There is a much deserved blog award waiting for you there.

Shadow said...

i'm totally with you. the little things, the simple things, that's what make life worthwhile.

but a simple style of writing it is not! it's intimate and heartfelt is what it is!!!

Beatrice V said...

Simply beautiful, this poem. Thank you for visiting my blog.

George said...

Thanks Noelle... It wouldn't surprise me to see something publish by you eventually...

Glad to see ya back Rhi, I appreciate the comment...

Hi, Linda. Crocuses acts as a sign hope in the cold of winter.

Shadow, I enjoy to use the least amount of words can be just as hard, I do the other styles too when they work out...

Beatrice.. Thank you for the visit, come back anytime...

Julie said...

Oh, yes! I love your style, George. Simple is great. And you're so right...these are the things that make us whole. I love that!!

Two things really jump out at me with this poem. I love the smell of breakfast at camp. And also the sunbeams coming through the trees to the forest floor. I love it. The smell and that wonderful image. Such beautiful work:)

George said...

Julie, I was hoping you would get a chance to read this one.

Thank you for coming by...

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

and yet...many do ignore all of this wonder around us, George. It takes poets like you to convince them to enjoy the little things.
Beautiful images throughout.

George said...

And we still do, only to make our lives more than it needs to be.

When we sit back to reflect, it is the little things that makes us smile, to feel whole again...

Thank you so much my friend for your visit...

Brosreview said...

Yes, it is the small things we tend to overlook and then miss out big time. It is these small things that trigger true feelings.

Ah, loved it!!!

George said...

Thanks Brosreview, I look beyond to the little things in life...