DUET POETRY – THE PARAKEET

DUET POETRY - THE PARAKEET

DUET POETRY – THE PARAKEET


by: Avadhooth Guruprasad and Jen Walls


I remember now, as the glow was very bright.
It was early too, in light of a refreshing morning.
I thought I saw the warming day burst-free;
fulfilling such gentle care of special breaths.
The sun rays sprayed into a golden sparkling,
and sky played by painting orange colorings.
From my lonely windowsill, I now understood.
Heart silently waited within soul’s opening;
sharing to care for this green within my blue.
Those heartbeats of pomegranate-red fed me, too.
Eyes could barely make out enough to see those
flapping wings, hiding inside precious greenery.
Heart listened deeply, feeling to find the truth;
composing notes with friendly chirping sounds.
A glorious green parakeet played most faithfully,
His music profound – in a mimicable happy song.
Nature whispered a gracious scene unfolding.
Air lifted sing-alongs with the cosmic everything;
joining His touch purely soft, warm and sweet.
If only I could fly higher to rise above the canopy,
soar to my land, and bob my head with His sounds.
I’d experience all these tender green colors too.
Surely, I’d find Him there, so calmly perched;
without a care, squawking confidently into the air,
and camouflaged cool in nature’s leafy branches.
I’d find His heart, my dearest friend, my forever love!

Jen Walls
International Author, Poet, Literary Reviewer
Currently Residing in Saint Paul, Minnesota USA
mywritegift@gmail.com  

Avadhooth Guruprasad 
Author, Videographer, Poet, Meditation Master 
Currently Residing in Balaramapuram, Kerala India

https://www.youtube.com/@metome_avadhoothji  

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