Like the dust that rises up the sky,
And the whirlwind that traverse through the land,
In circles, you rise.
In circles you settle down.
Oh thoughts, 
Why this vacillation ?
Reach out to the wide blue expanse,
yes! It is there for you to amble,
And yet, like the bamboo  shoots,
Tarry a bit, 
till you flower effusively,
Thoughts, germinate awhile!
Let me ponder...

Prompted at : OSI and Inspire me Thursday

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anthonynorth said...

Great words for the photo, which is marvellous.

Pam said...

I saw this photo last night when I was wandering through the internet.

Love the poem and your idea of ambling through the wide blue expanse.

!nversed Poignancy! said...

Wonderful thoughts, nicely penned!

tangled stitch said...

The photo is lovely and the poem is very beautiful. What a nice interpretation of bamboo.

SandyCarlson said...

That is indeed what the sky is there for.

Usha Pisharody said...

Oh my, oh my.. that is a whirling wonder of a write, that sends thoughts out like flitting fairies on those dust motes in the lighted sunbeam.


mystic rose said...

such an apt pic for your composition. lovely!

Winnie the poohi said...

Thank you so much dear friends!

*hugs to all*

Anonymous said...

thoughtful & super..! :)

Neeru said...

:) Simply beautiful, hon.