when I looked up at the sky
still bleary-eyed and yawning
a drop of light fell into sea of black
morning would soon be dawning
but still in dimness I could see
a sky nearly void of clouds
a stretched out figure in the distance
you were hiding in a darkened shroud
I felt drawn in to your mystery
mind drifting to anxious wonder
what might come of the morn
should I remain there under?
when impatient for the moment
it slips like minnows through one’s fingers
but flowers bloom when they bloom
and time is no perfume that lingers
so I carried on and let worry go
if I was nervous it did not show
I was as a leaf in a river’s flow
and did not tremble at the eastern glow
from silhouette gray and cold
for a time your form was mine to hold
as rising sun let your beauty unfold
and my eyes beheld ribbons of gold
Cloak Unfurled 
this is a dazzling lyrical burst
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Wow.
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Thank you SD.
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Hello there!
That’s a really nice post. Hope we can connect? Would you to be a part of my blog journey.
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Noorain
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Very nice Swarn. You got me all the way through!
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Thank you for your kind words Jim!
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So lovely! Scientist/poet! I simply croon over this, ” … flowers bloom when they bloom
and time is no perfume that lingers … ” So lovely, Swarn!
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Thank you so much Bela. I don’t know if it’s because of your excellent poetry skills that I look at those lines now and feel extra proud of them, or whether I was always proud of them, but I do remember struggling with what I wanted to say in this part of the poem and was very pleased when the words finally came to me. 🙂
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That is wonderful! I think society (at least this one) has long liked to pigeonhole people into neat little roles. I have never fit into these tidy boxes, and I always love it when others likewise flout expectations. Especially as pertains to science and artistic endeavors. Einstein did this in his own way – some of his writings are downright poetic. Loren Eiseley leaps to mind. Fritjof Capra. Brilliant beams of light among us. Aloha, Swarn ❤
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Agreed. The division between art and science is a socially constructed one in my opinion, and I like to show that science has the ability to inspire beauty as much as anything else. 🙂
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As it does. !
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I hate to compliment you because your head is big enough already – so I’ll just say that was not bad. Not bad at all.
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Thank you Pink. Since this might be the first time I’ve ever received a compliment from you, this compliment might just make my head difficult to fit through the door, but I thank you for risking my head over-inflation. The compliment is very much appreciated. 🙂
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Nibble it slowly, you may have to make it last for some time. Hahahahaha.
– Esme Cloud
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I’ve bookmarked his comment for gloomier times in case I need I lift. lol
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Beautiful Swarn, this poem has its own light and builds up to a superb finale. I particularly love the following lines. Well done that man. *nods and applauds*
‘but flowers bloom when they bloom
and time is no perfume that lingers’
‘from silhouette gray and cold
for a time your form was mine to hold
as rising sun let your beauty unfold
and my eyes beheld ribbons of gold’
– Esme tying gold ribbons around the Cloud
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Thank you so much Esme for your excellent compliment. It had been awhile since I felt the light myself to write a poem, so I was glad I could jump back in with something I could be a proud of. 🙂
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