Coconuts and Palm Trees

Tropical Breeze teases the blues away

You are an Emerald on the Ocean blue 

whenever the Sun shines through... 

Your tender touch has healed many a heart... 

When days are long and storm clouds loom 

Remember the warmth of a 

Nightingale's song... 

waiting for a melody that lingered long ago 

when Blue Birds made a nest upon the 

breast of Summertime where you belong  

among the Coconut Palms to feel the breeze...  

and once again believe that dreams remain 

just for you...  

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

How lovely your words are, Pat. Summertime, palm trees, and coconuts.....absolutely dreamy! I could almost hear that nightingale's song. My mom's favorite song was, "a nightingale sang in Berkeley square" and it made me think of that. As always, a pleasure to read your words, my friend. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... We live in a world where poems can take us to tropical islands where ocean breezes kiss the sand where waves lap over the secret shells of romantic overtures when sunsets sing silently. truly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

such a lovely poetically verse
piece here..upon the breast
of summertime where you
belong..that is so wonderfully
worded..nice work here Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

reading draws out feelings of love, warmth, serenity and contentment .. i especially like your Blue Birds nesting on the breast of Summertime ... brilliant language me dear ... superb poetic tooling says i! :) fall is barely beginning to end here in the Ozarks and winters are short and sweet ... but longing for those summer days is always on the mind when wind and cold combine ;)
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gene... the weather is very moody here in
southern Virginia... The sunsets can be full of deep orange persimmon lullabies that send us into slumber
symphonies of soft drumbeats of dreams. Yes, the breast of summer is the time of nesting where fledgling linger long in discovery of a brave new world... where they learn to survive the winds of winters songs. Thank you E for believing in the poetry of serendipity. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

lovely...simply lovely! :)

[Patricia Wedel]

And you a Connoisseur of hearts! :)

[Doodley]

It's scorching heat and fires burning all around in this land down under, Pat. We really could use some coconut trees and a cool Summer breeze to take us all away from here. I guess the lovely imagery and words of your poem will have to suffice.

Fine and delicately worded writing, as always.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Doodley... wish I could send soft rain and cool breezes to you... I will pray

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Doodley for reading about the tropical islands... perhaps some breezes and gentle rain will
come your way down under... truly, Pat

[Jon Roggie]

A beautiful description of a peaceful setting, one which I have never visited.
You gave me a guide for my imagination.

Thank you,

Jon

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jon... glad you enjoyed the tropical setting...
I have never been to a tropical island, however, I can imagine how lovely it would be... perhaps someday.
May your days be full of soft breezes. truly, Pat

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Soft to the senses and sweet to the ear, your words are like a summer breeze.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Linda Marie... thank you for reading my poem...
it is that time of year when breezes tease the colored leaves off the trees and we ride a magic carpet to a
tropical island where we can dream. truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

I can feel the breeze gently brush the skin in this delicate write Pat like it was all a dream. Nice work Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... thank you for feeling the breeze when
tropical winds whisper of Coconuts and Mangoes and such... if we can dream... it may be a reality some day. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is beautiful, Pat...and reminds me of all the palm trees in Trinidad when my folks lived there back in the seventies.
and all the birds make such a great chorus....you get us there as always....your words use the senses so wisely.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... so nice to read your review. I love the
music, such as, "Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat." (a song from 1965) Thank you for mentioning the birds making such a great chorus.
My best memories are singing in a Chorus in grade school and high school. Fondly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

good days they were...my dad saw Peter, Paul and Mary in concert and loved them...he had bunches of their CD's....and i have several and several of their vinyl albums...i saw and met Peter Yarrow at John A. Logan where i teach...he was a very nice guy.
but Mary had the voice...wow...phenomenal...
thank you for the poetry that puts me back there...
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome Jacob. We recently saw a documentary of the music of Peter, Paul and Mary.
"Those were the days my friend... we thought they would never end." truly great memories, Pat

[barleygirl]

There are many places where I'm in awe of your word-crafting: "an emerald on the ocean blue" . . . and just about every other line, too! I love how this really feels like a lullaby meant to soothe someone's hurting heart. I love how convincing you are, about the healing powers of soaking in nature's splendor. I haven't been around coconut palms much, but now I feel moved by their dreamy sway! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

Margie... your review is as gentle as a butterfly when
sipping a flower so sweet and shy. I only imagine the
tropical palms with coconuts ready and waiting.
It does seem like a lullaby. It means so much to know that you felt the healing power of an emerald on the ocean blue. The earth holds treasures that can transform our well-being into pleasures that soothe and delight. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

We cannot forget the wonderful days. Thank you dear pat for sharing the wonderful poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... always a pleasure to read your review.
Glad you enjoyed dancing through my poem. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Pat.

[R.E. Ray]

This poem and the vivid imagery transported me to time and place far away, much more pleasant than the mid-South in early November. I'm also reminded of a suggestion years ago from a friend who told me to imagine one place where I was truly at peace, calm and happy, if even a short time. He said think about that place when your down. That's what came to mind here, a beautiful place to escape, if only in a few words and artwork. Thank you for carrying me to this wonderful place this morning, Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Mr. Ray... you are welcome... I can only imagine the peace and beauty of the tropical islands. It does help to dream of blue water with emeralds...
to relax and drift with the waves of total peaceful tranquility. truly, Pat