Lake of Silver Glass
Elegantly drifting along on a lake of silver glass
Stunning visions grace my view
Of Weeping Willows hung with purple moss
Resplendent in their royal hue
A taste of crisp morning air greets my face
From lazy clouds slowly rolling in
I can hear the softest splash from a lily pad
As a bullfrog's day begins
Gliding by the hollow reeds, I hear whispering
Calling out, pick me and let's play
A song of sentiment to capture every heart
Listening to our lovely cabaret
Up ahead in the distance, I can barely see
The sandy banks of my shore
Yet I never wish to leave my lake of silver glass
Why can I not just stay here forevermore?
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
This is my poem for One Shot Wednesday. Stop by One Stop Poetry, a fast growing community for poets & writers of all genres to share their work, express and make friends
37 comments:
Sounds a beautiful morning out on the still water. I wouldn't want to leave it either.
I would love to be there, exquisite words as always Neva, just the title is alluring.
I'll stay also. But I guess we have to move on and then we have lovely memories :-))
Why Jonie, why? So we can have the lovely memories right? You always see the positive, something I love about you my friend....
I would love to stay and never leave! You've described such a serene scene!
Thank you Neva for this poem of gentle calm, and wind caress, I understand this feeling,very well written.,,:))
Neva, beautiful, as usual. And I am ALWAYS there for you and with you. Words transcend time and space... Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender
A beautiful place to stay. great imagery.
a very elegant one shot...love the little textures..the bull frog...no i dont think i would leave your lake of silver glass...
Dear,
Your poetry is adorable and I'm glad I come to visiste your blog, the painting by Tissot, isn't it?... Every thing is neat and beautiful, best of luck.
yes the pic is by Tissot :) Thank you for stopping by.
Lots of great imagery here...and I could hear that bullfrog splash as plain as day!
Beautiful piece that touches my heart....my type of poetry Neva...ah the romantics...may they live forever....Bravo!!! and blessings...bkm
Clear lines illuminating beautiful characteristics of nature. Great flow to the poem too.
Sounds like a wonderful place to stay a while.
The image of "silver glass" is striking. The poem is full of wonderful color. I like the the choice of words to sustain the image of cabaret (crisp air, hollow reeds, whispering, splash).You create a magical place. And keep the "sandy banks of shore" just far enough away.
Lovely.
Of Weeping Willows hung with purple moss - this cast an image of absolute perfection in my eye...willows and purple, bliss, my friend!
Such imagery - so beautiful and fine. I want to visit this gorgeous place, too!
It's a beautfiful poem, a languid kind of drifting on that lake.
Beautiful imagery and beautifully presented. I appreciate that you are able to paint and deliver with words. It's a great skill to be able to have readers see what you see. Well done.
I love the picture of the woman - she has such a bored look but I know this delightful reverie would awaken her spirits.
Thanks for the Delightful One Shot
Moon Hugs
Beautiful! A treat to read the string of words...
we must make the "lake of silver glass" an attitude not a place and then we can stay!! So Neva and Jonie can both be right.
i love the term 'lake of silver glass' and how the whole poem connected with the picture brilliantly. A great read of imagees.
Donusho.
Gorgeous. Such a vivid, vibrant description--what an image you leave us with Neva!
Lush and lovely as always, Neva!
Absolutely breathtaking your words Neva, this painted such an enchanting vision of beauty. I am in love and would like to stay in those words forever! =D ~April
beautiful and peaceful - with a longing to make this moment last - stay on that lake
love the line...Weeping Willows hung with purple moss
So beautiful ! *hugs*
gliding by the hollow reeds... beautiful. thanks for stopping by my place. e.
Lovely. Draws us into a different almost mystical world. - bill
love the imagery Neva,truly touchy..beautiful poem..:)
How lovely and refreshingly beautiful!
That morning air really brings the best of thoughts and memories into one's mind.. and then, nostalgia.. If only we could never let them pass...
Such wonderful imagery here, Neva..
Kudos!
a beautiful piece, a beautiful flow, i so thought of rosetti and the pre raphaelites...i will say it again..a beautiful piece
Neva this is full of beautiful imagery...your whole blog...poetry...pictures and all are so full of true beauty.
I love it! :-)
Lyrical, and a pleasure to read. Nicely done, Neva.
Beautifully put - so easy to visualize.
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