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

[Ken Simm.]

As I read this I am reminded that there is beauty everywhere if you just look, he said pontificatingly.
I mean there is also beauty in this poem and the way it is written he said apologetically. I mean er......
Good poem Sami. Points well made.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! An honor indeed coming from you sir. As a painter and poet, I'm sure you see that and find them. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences.

[Wondering Mind]

oh boy! did I just read a sonnet?

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! I thank you for this wonderful review and for sharing. No wonder they call you The Wondering Mind. Take care. Love Jordan and its people.