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My Random Prose in Rhymes

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Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.

Introduction

It may look somewhat peculiar that I write the least about those simple things of life that occupy my mind most of the time. As a matter of fact, I feel the best during my walking meditations in my favorite park-forest when I have nothing in particular on my mind.

On the other hand, I go on these writing sprees about matters of some psychological, national, or global significance. Well, mind is a playful function in my head, and if it was not for fun, I would not bother with any of it. Writing feels good, and I am humbly satisfied that my niche attracts at least some of the reading public.

Try everyday crap and no one will read it past the title. Like, last week I single-handedly painted this whole apartment at this age of 76. Wonna hear about detaiis?

See what I mean?-- no interest.

And yet, it just might happen -- like right now -- that I decide to say a few about those ordinary thoughts between washing dishes and relaxed observing the rolling traffic seven floors below.

So, here I go with two or three of these prose-in-rhymes scribblings.

A Hawk -- Predator on Smaller Birds and on This Old Man's Imagination. -- Val Karas

A Hawk -- Predator on Smaller Birds and on This Old Man's Imagination. -- Val Karas

You cannot friend a hawk, they say, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only sojourner in the land, without friends or the need for them.

-- Stephen King

My Friend Hawk

Up high on the TV antenna across the street

few times every single day appears a hawk

in my imagination our eyes regularly meet

while he is also watched by pigeon flock.


Well, once when you reach seventy and over

bird watching may become a part of routines

like looking in the park for the four leaf clover

beside a chick in passing reminding of teens.


Now, I know it may sound quite absurd

though quite normal for this aging dude

but I've developed a bond with that bird

or, is it just figment of some crazy mood.


Look, out of many balconies on this side

he once picked just mine to land on its rail

and few times in front of me he would glide

showing off his wide wings and his fan tail.


It specially happens at my wakeful meditations

as I'd stand in front of window oblivious of kind

so, isn't he maybe responding to my vibrations

or it's just a coincidence with no secret behind.


Well, who really cares for there he is again

as at all this distance I can still hear his call

and those are not crazy sounds in my brain

but, is that call for me? - doesn't matter at all.

From Ever, Gentle Daisies Have Been Offering Their Beauty to Meadows and Woods -- and to a Poet's Inspiration. -- Val Karas

From Ever, Gentle Daisies Have Been Offering Their Beauty to Meadows and Woods -- and to a Poet's Inspiration. -- Val Karas

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

-- Gerard De Nerval

A Man and a Daisy

One more time spring was coming

with my heart so drunk with joy

few little bees were humming

turning me into dreamy boy.


Spread on aromatic grass and lazy

with nothing in this world better to do

right beside I spotted this gentle tiny daisy

heaven being reflected in those petals so blue.


Just for a brief moment like mesmerized was I

blending with that innocence so utterly pure

as if though lost in that tiny piece of sky

was I it -- or it was I, now not so sure.


Now releasing a slow, dreamy sigh

as if groggy from that sunrays shower

and blending with the breeze passing by

I asked: "Where ends man and starts flower?"


Seemingly out of love I yanked the daisy

while it started dying from that moment on

suddenly I realized why question was so crazy

it took a senseless man's act for a life to be gone.


In that careless and a peaceful cheer

while a sad return to my senses began

I was getting my answer served so clear:

That's where ends a daisy and starts a man.

Even If for Nothing Else, Rain Is Good Because It Makes Sunshine More Appreciated. -- Val Karas

Even If for Nothing Else, Rain Is Good Because It Makes Sunshine More Appreciated. -- Val Karas

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... it's about learning to dance in the rain.

-- Vivian Greene

Many Faces of Rain

Rain may look romantic if reminding of the first date

when like two happy kids you stomped in puddle

and then many years later it could again elate

while donating its sound to fireplace cuddle.


A ruined camping with raining for days in a row

after all excitement and all happy preparation

something that from memory all of us know

cursing that persistent rain in frustration.


If plants could speak, a happy story they would tell

as they are thriving on each single droplet of rain

well, just go to woods and you'll know by smell

with all that new oxygen flooding your brain.


Some of us may feel discomfort or pain

with an arthritis in our muscle and joint

so they are not really crazy about a rain

if you are one of them, you got my point.


Mother Nature may come with monsoon rain or flood

proving how anything in excess may not be good

sometimes causing treacherous sliding mud

everything getting wet more than should.


Rain sounds like a lullaby with monotonous tapping

lulling us slowly into sweet and nourishing sleep

it's a perfect music for afternoon napping

at night better than counting sheep.

© 2020 Val Karas

Comments

Val Karas (author) from Canada on December 21, 2020:

Peggy -- Thank you, I am glad you liked it.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on December 20, 2020:

I enjoy your flow of thoughts in your poems. From a hawk to daisies to rain, you capture many different emotions.

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