Thoughts Arise

Thoughts Arise        by Sami Khalil

I like rustic barns and rickety mills

Even the ones painted by some artists

By waves rolling shoreward, winds soughing hills

Down the sunlit skylines and fields’ harvests.

 

Should I say my answer is mere bonding

For I declare on gray days, I feel rapt

By swirling dreams and tangled wires hanging

Vying for the carnival senses, so apt.

 

Discern what you like and leisurely fits

Either asleep or until wakefulness

Celebrate the burning urges and wits

For in silent attentions hide greatness.

 

Now that my French horns are old and weary

Joy still erupts, thinking of my Dearie.

 

Reviews

[FGFRANKLIN]

I enjoyed this. My favorite line was, "In silent attentions hide greatness." Perhaps we are all meant to be observers in this world but so many get caught up in schemes and plans that they just don't have time to pay attention to details. I enjoyed the read.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! So true and well said. Thank you kindly dear poet and friend for this wonderful review. All great blessings. Keep enjoying the beautiful Smokies and keep the inspiration coming.

[emmajoygreen]

Sami, have read your poems on and off for years. but whilst not meaning to judge, I think your modern sonnet just might be your best ever of all! You're presented such a visual flow of sights and emotion around your words, then ended with such a delightful couplet

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! A wonderful compliment and a worthy visitor. You are a gift to all on this site, sent from heaven perhaps. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences.

[emmajoygreen]

Meant every word, just read it again... wonderful. My pleasure.

[Sami Khalil]

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[Cherrie Palmer]

I'm with you all the way. Love,love old barns and bending wheat. Serenaded by a groaning windmill.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! All wonderful. Good to know. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.
You are so kind.

[Betty Hermelee]

Great sonnet! Love the first part, which makes me think of paintings and colors and hues (wish I could paint them, mostly I paint figures!!!) your images are quite vivid and I love "on gray days I feel rapt by swirling dreams and tangled wires".... your word choice is dreamy.... and the whole sonnet is excellent....
Best, B

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! An honor coming from you Queen B. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences. You bring lots to the table.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank for that honor Sam! Do appreciate!
Best, QB

[Sami Khalil]

All wonderful and worthy
You are welcome QB

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Spoken... should I say...

Trully... oh well... whatever...

A bit... heartless.. dearie.

[Sami Khalil]

I love it. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences. Glad you enjoyed it.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You are most welcome, as always.

Be well!!! Blessed be!!!

[Sami Khalil]

As you do the same....
We are not to blame in this game.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

In a way you are right...

On another way... everyone is to blame.

One way or the other.

One thing is fiction or fantasy...

Another is reality... And we are... more or less,

real poets, aren't we Sami?

Take care. Keep up your poetry.

I'll do the same, friend.

[Sami Khalil]

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[Lisasview]

What an interesting and wonderful way to speak of old barns. Everyone seems to love the barns in red..As a water colonist I adore barns or old wood houses.. such fun to paint.
Loved your Sonnet...
Lisa

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you so much Lisa for this wonderful review and sharing. I would like to see your works one day; perhaps you can post them on your poems as he does. I don't know how they do it though. Up to you. I do like red barns and old windmills. I see lots of them in Alabama; hence my inspiration.

[Pete]

so much more than a barn raising. i like old barns and mills - they have so much to say as do your well-chosen words. the best things are able to stand the test of time. well said. perfect for a gray day ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! So true and well said. I'm so glad you enjoyed it and shared your thoughts and experiences with us. I'm pretty sure you have plenty where you hail from
Thank you kindly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your sonnets make the beginning of every day something to look forward to, Sami. Did you know why barns are red? Hundreds of years ago, farmers painted their barns with linseed oil to help seal the wood and keep it from rotting. Rust was mixed with the oil to keep fungi and moss from growing on the wood. This turned the oil red. Barns today are still painted red in honor of the tradition. Pretty cool, eh?

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I love it and I love barns painted red. Did not know! Thank you for this wonderful review and knowledge. I like farms with red barns and windmills. Something romantic and precious abut them

[Kelly Scheppers]

I agree with you, Sami. The windmills are pretty spectacular!

[Sami Khalil]

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[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... We have a "Tractor Supply" Store close by. In the Spring they have baby chickens and baby ducks for Sale. This year they also have baby golden Turkeys for Sale. Of course if I could... I would have a few of each just for Pets. Nature is so beautiful. Love your Poem. It is a Keeper. Blessings. Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! I love it. All you say are worthy of consideration. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences. We sure need "Tractor Supply " and "Nature Suply".

[Pax]

Now that my French horns are old and weary Joy still erupts, thinking of my Dearie.

Love the ending.. Paintings of those kind let's us reminds us of what we used and still love. Now I'm reminded of my long time dream, having a farm, getting old there, doing what farmers do or just having greens trees sorrounds me, is enough to make me at peace... Like how your so I tune to barns, and beautiful structures, I'm more intune to nature... Wonderful work brother...

[Sami Khalil]

Howdy do! So true and well said dear poet and friend. I hope your dreams come true. Nothing like living in Nature and enjoying all its offerings. From a poet you might turn into a farmer. Thank you kindly brother Pax for all. Will wait for your new works.