In Nature's Bosom Poem by Valsa George

In Nature's Bosom

Rating: 5.0


During my morning strolls along country paths
The world comes alive in all its gleam n’ glitter
What lovely vistas unfurl and pass me by
What miracles of creation, what wonders of life

What variety, what fantastic medley
What serene peace, what easeful tranquility
Sights and scenes that hold one’s breaths
Sounds and songs that chase the moody aches

A bird twittering on a tree, a squirrel jumping from branch to branch
A flower here, a flower there, on the hedge and over the bower
Flirting with dandy butterflies on iridescent wings
Bunches of blooms nestled in the foliage of silken green

The early sun golden and glowing, dispersing radiant rays
The cotton clouds spreading a woolly carpet on his way
The puff of air intoxicant with heady fragrance
And doused with the chill of early morning mist

Herds of cattle grazing on far away meads
Avian chatter blended with the music of leaping cataracts
Their echoes sent out by tall rocks and giant boulders
All that pleases the eye and ear in euphoric delight

Had I been a Raphael or Rembrandt
I would have transferred those scenes onto a canvas
Which one would never get tired of gazing at
And kept in the drawing room for everyone to see

Or a Wordsworth to have composed those immortal
Tintern Abbey lines, inspired by these ‘beauteous forms’
To be recalled and recited by men of all ages and climes
That they ever ring resonant in their private closets!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilkins 19 July 2013

a beautiful poem about nature nice imagery. I like the title

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Heather Wilkins 19 July 2013

a beautiful poem about nature's bosom. nice imagery.

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Dinesan Madathil 19 July 2013

To Wordsworth nature was a surprise from 1780s to 1820s and the European recession and the impacts of political happenings in France that craved for life of another order remained unknown to the Britons for sometime. England was every where, people there thought. It was a 'relief' of the kind. And now to a Valsa nature holds many more things up her sleeves and one hopes the poet will relentlessly put the latter`s images on the mind till the eve of her life. Let there be another spell of 'relief' for most of us. But.................... but You are to be a very cautious morning walker madam Valsa. Be cautioned further too not to venture into the other side of this nature and close your eyes if she ever steps into your vicinity in any form. I give you a clean 10 out of 10 for the technical perfection and the power of rendering.

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Valsa George 19 July 2013

Dinesh, Do you mean to say that I should have lived in the cusp between 18th and 19th centuries.... so out dated? Any way, Thanks for the rating awarded!

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Chandra Thiagarajan 20 July 2013

In Nature's Bosom- you have vividly depicted Nature in all her finery with keen observation and have presented us an amazing poem for all times., Valsa! Really I can take your poem to be on par with WORDSWORTH and am sure it will find a place in school and college texts for all to remember and recite for the future generation.

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Akhtar Jawad 24 July 2018

And then I started thinking where is my place, in the nature's blossomms? I saw myself everywhere stealing the nature's grace.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 14 November 2014

Simply phenomenal write.....Valsa......when you compose on Nature, Nature becomes vibrant and forever lively..... wonderful piece as usual....10/10

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 14 November 2014

Simply phenomenal write.....Valsa......when you compose on Nature, Nature becomes vibrant and forever lively..... wonderful piece as usual

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Heather Wilkins 27 July 2013

a beautiful poem nice imagery. a good read

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Elena Sandu 24 July 2013

Had I been a Raphael or Rembrandt I would have transferred those scenes onto a canvas Which one would never get tired of gazing at And kept in the drawing room for everyone to see I also feel frustrated for not being able to share the beauty that nature reveals to eyes with a brush, in colors. But you have done it pretty well with a pen, in words, before my eyes have more than a beautiful original paint, thank you!

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