Mystery

Love is in the air...

Mystery                               by Sami Khalil

 

Mystery awaits us

Further a light shine

Closer a scarecrow diminishes

Eyes wonder and wander

Scottish bagpipes march

Crowds break into songs

Visages of old withered vines

Farmers and urbanites alike

I cast a reflective net

on this parade

compelled to drift

I cross uncertainty

My heart soared

A garden marker outlined

The fruit of new love.

Reviews

[KAREN]

Beautiful words that bring hope of new rebirth and love, a fresh start for us all, including the beauty of spring.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoaaaa! So true and well said dear Karen. Thank you so much for taking the time and effort to visit and comment. See you soon.

[KAREN]

My pleasure!

[Sami Khalil]

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[Ioana Mihai]

Beautiful, nostalgic poem, with a glimpse of hope and excitement…. Reading this, I found myself on the same spot, comforting, thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

Awwww! Thank you so much talented and beautiful poet for this lovely review and kind words. Glad to see you . On my way to visit.

[andrew mitchell]

This read like a midsummers night dream filled with excitement and anticipation of what lies around the corner King Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy Woo! So true and well said dear poet and friend:The great Emperor. Thank you so much Adelaide poet for all.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Such beauty in this poem! The winter diminish bring on the love for Spring, a time of renewal!

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy! It sure is and it sure does. May it renew your spirit. Thank you so much dear Kathy for all.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!

[Sami Khalil]

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[Patricia Wedel]

Love the Scottish Bagpipes ... the music is melancholy... and Violins welcome the Violets that grow in the Glen ... gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Howdy dowdy! So true and well said. I do too. Thank you so much Patricia Wedel for all. Happy Spring with happy songs.

[M. J. Smith]

Spirits wandering the lonely Moors... Faces peering down from vine covered walls... And perhaps a fairy lover seeking to steal an unwary heart. These are the thoughts conjured by your poem. Well done.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowhaaaa! I love it. Your take is much clever. Your visit is much appreciated. All rich blessings.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... "a Garden Marker outlined The fruit of new love" is
the Hope of Spring"... let Chapel Bells Ring. Your Romantic notions
dance with Butterflies. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy! It sure does. Let those bells ring. You have honored me with your visit as I honor you. All rich blessings are coming your way.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… your words are very soothing… Art a time when our beautiful Earth is being terrorized with a lack of Spiritual Grace… With COVID and brutal killing in Ukraine… we have worship in our Homes rather than Synagogues and Temples.
We are Spiritual Beings, especially in Times of War. Evil will never destroy Human Kindness and our personal Belief in The Holy Spirit… Amen… Pat

[Sami Khalil]

May your prayers ascend to the throne. We must do what we can to stop evil in words and deeds, small and large. You are welcome dear Pat.

[Writergurl]

I cross uncertainty
My heart soared
A garden marker outlined
The fruit of new love.

Amazing lines here, love your write, very creative and your imagery wonderful

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy! I love yours too. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your visit. See you soon.

[Relic]

I like the symbilism in the line: a scarecrow diminishes. It represents the departure of the cold and a renewal of warmth. One sees the joy in others over an assurance of what's to come, and perhaps decides on a different approach away from the norm. Love of life and perhaps a relationship could be in store, but who knows.

Just my quick take. Nice writng. Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Javajavaya! Another powerful take on this poem Relic. You add so many truthful and positive thoughts.
I can't thank you enough for this visit and sharing. See you in a jiffy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like the allegorical nature of this poem. It can be taken literally....a deserted, barren field becomes ripe once again....a deserted, barren love becomes ripe once again.
this is so good, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoeeeee! I'm blown away sir Jacob by your astute take on this poem. I love it. Thank you so much dear poet for all you do. See you soon to taste your treats.