New poems by Emmelia M, Indonesia

 SYMPHONY OF PAGEANT LAMBS

Our home is a vast pasture,

yellowish wheat and slender green forest,

foliages of any enchanting seasons,

even snowy leaves are well sculptured on their benches,

ensuring our ancestors' wishes 

of best fertile soil.

Lambs are white glowing,

with their pure blank journals,

how we adore their mild rehearsals,

strolling through the cascades of greens,

how loyal they are to the sunshine

and crystal clear river,

put our joy in the journeys of time,

friendship among peasant fairies 

and tough farmers,

lambs of honesty and sacrifices,

soon the elder seasons raise them

into their warm wooled infinity.

Speechless sphere,

none the beginning and the end,

symphony is played

while their feet descending and ascending,

like the tunes of hymns,

like the well-wishes offsprings.

Peasant love to the altitude,

the wonder of unspoken moo moo,

we shall not break the legacy,

as all endure as the symphony

of pageant lambs.

©® Emmelia M.

Indonesia

May 4, 2022

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BLESSED BY THE STORM

How should my eyes see

the highest dense clouds,

woven tightly into immense

spindles of the lunacy?

I stand on the calling distance,

fervently upon black rehab,

unexpected calamities

towards my home of faithful refuge,

looks so atomic in disguise 

of black smuggling days.

Only then,

my standing home,

faithfully secured in Almighty Creator,

whose own the nature and life,

by these distinguished turbulence,

He uplifts my fragilities,

blessed by the storms.

©® Emmelia M

April 4, 2022