Dear fellows Pho' Nhoms\ en herbe, hoa si~, thi si~, art critic Mr. Kiu, and Forum friends,
It seemed to me that you all like this theme :-). As most of you have submitted your entries already and with so much enthusiasm too, it put me under a lot of pressure :-).
Since announcing the theme, I have been spending my time admiring your entries instead of taking care of mine, and the more I did that, the lazier I got. It was so much fun, "ngoi^\ vat' cha^n le^n, ngam' hinh\ cua? nguoi\ khac' chup" and make comments! (isn't it Mr. Kiu?)
The only problem with that is, as a slowpoke it would be a tad embarrassing for me to go after the other slowpokes (who know very well who they are :-)), and harass them for their entries.
So here it is my humble entry with its humble introduction (plzzz plzzz BiTi, let's not exaggerate here, my little introductions to my entries are no poems), in an attempt to describe my dreaming pleasure of touching a cloud.
I closed my eyes and I reached out,
Like the tree branches, I touched a cloud.
As light as a spring scarf, it floated in the wind.
Soft like a baby's cheek, it made my heart sing.
I closed my eyes, I imagined.
Good night from Be^n Bo*\ So^ng
MC
It seemed to me that you all like this theme :-). As most of you have submitted your entries already and with so much enthusiasm too, it put me under a lot of pressure :-).
Since announcing the theme, I have been spending my time admiring your entries instead of taking care of mine, and the more I did that, the lazier I got. It was so much fun, "ngoi^\ vat' cha^n le^n, ngam' hinh\ cua? nguoi\ khac' chup" and make comments! (isn't it Mr. Kiu?)
The only problem with that is, as a slowpoke it would be a tad embarrassing for me to go after the other slowpokes (who know very well who they are :-)), and harass them for their entries.
So here it is my humble entry with its humble introduction (plzzz plzzz BiTi, let's not exaggerate here, my little introductions to my entries are no poems), in an attempt to describe my dreaming pleasure of touching a cloud.
I closed my eyes and I reached out,
Like the tree branches, I touched a cloud.
As light as a spring scarf, it floated in the wind.
Soft like a baby's cheek, it made my heart sing.
I closed my eyes, I imagined.
Good night from Be^n Bo*\ So^ng
MC
My EmCI,
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful poetry introduced better than any words,
takes us right to your photos,and then,we get lost in the
contemplation of the clouds,within of reach, our hands
caressing the silky hair : Impalpable touching pleasure.
That reminds me of "Jean Christophe" Romain Rolland.
CTT
Dear MC!
ReplyDeleteYour photos are so meaningful! Love the beautiful clouds, it makes me remember of my childhood dreams when I admire the sky & imagine all kinds of form with the clouds!
The cheek is so soft – nhìn muốn hôn em bé 100 cái – so sweet !
Sweet dreams MC bên bờ sông:
Than men,
Liem
MC, just read your poem and see your collage, so poetic and sweet,as you... At the right side,some memories from babies', so touching !
ReplyDeleteLovely !
Hy Hoa
Dear Twin,
ReplyDeleteI like your nice collage and poem (;-)) You know I almost posted a photo of
clouds as well, I love clouds, especially when I am on a plane looking down
on them and imagining ... sleeping on a cloud :-)
xoxo,
BT
Hi MC,
ReplyDeleteLike your collage and beautiful poetry. IMHO, you put lot of time, effort and all your heart and soul into your work.
As a result, your entry is always impeccable.
TNS
Hello Mai Chau
ReplyDeleteAs light and divine as the drifty clouds, floating aimlessly in the deep blue skies, a charming, dreamy, if not sublime little poem, to glorify the sense of touch,
in a fantasy filled world
While providing a new meaning, an added dimension to the expression
"Toc' Ma^y", one's so adorable, ravishing, silky smooth hair, that gave so much pleasure with the slight, casual contact
Quang