Country Quilt © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Country Quilt ©

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India is a patch-work, of every single hue,
Vibrant reds and ochres, and pensive shades of blue;

Skeins of gold light up the sky, when the sun wakes up each morn,
The heavens weave a tapestry, of a glittering brand new dawn;

Gilded pink and shimmering peach, the clouds weave in their lace,
India is spun golden, in the sun's new morning rays;

At noon the sun is up and bright, the ocean is sun kist;
Villages and towns bask in, a gilt-edged white hot mist;

Paddy fields and valleys, reflect the golden green,
While ribbons of grey roads, mere wisps of silvery sheen;

As twilight spins her burnished spool, on the fabric whirling high,
A dusky lilac, wine red sky, breathes out a drawn out sigh;

As night enfolds my country, with her quilt of deep, dark blue,
The Master weaver gently smiles, from His vantage point of view.
©

Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Byzantine Halo 17 April 2013

You words are convey wonderfully vivid images of your country. Nicely done! :)

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Gajanan Mishra 17 April 2013

beautiful and fine picture of a day. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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