Saturday, April 1, 2017

ARTHUR TURFA

ARTHUR TURFA

WHILE GAZING AT THE WATER

While gazing at the water
absorbed in my own thoughts,
a voice calls my name, clear
and lovely as a thousand chimes
each caressed by a gentle breeze,
a whisper reaching a crescendo.

My eyes turn to the green field’s
edge, where begins the grove,
Her smile like sunlight, she
calls again. Her eyes dancing
and shining upon my approach.

Everything once lost restored,
every care converted into joy.
In our embrace every moment
past, every moment to come
melts into an unending now.

Arthur Turfa, © 2016





REALIZATION

Quiet settles the horizon round,
blanketing forest and field, granting
some time for reflection.

Now is the quest almost concluded,
Strange places have now become homeland.
Not all who sought remain.

In a flash realizing all along
I was not seeking every side
Of many-sided Grail.

Arthur Turfa, ©2016





THE FIELD IN EVENING

Shadows from surrounding trees
blend with descending darkness;
the gentle field awaits dawn.
When I pass at eventide,
there remains a lingering
image of Muses dancing
to melodies heard by them
alone. Movements transporting
beauty and bliss to my eyes
as their sweet circle rotates.

Arthur Turfa, copyright 2016





REVERIE

From close by I behold them:
Deftly turning above the surface,
Gliding in and out of it,
A blur of bluish-purple.
Blending with the sky.
Honey-hued skin beaded with water
Catching the afternoon sun
Glowing with transient diamonds
In beauteous evaporating evanescence
The naiads take their leave.

©
ARTHUR TURFA,
 2014


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