This poem is inspired by W.H. Davies’ poem LEISURE
I was heading towards soul destruction
in a mad rush,
heaven knows for what reason
while every grass was green
the sky blue,
rivers and stream meandering
in a lively dance.
All on a sudden I had to stop
for a little squirrel intending to hide its groundnut
got on my way.
I had to stop as the little nut grew into a ‘Stop’ sign.
The nut was originally a key
to the treasure trove of Nature.
Oh what wealth She had!
I was Ali Baba.
and the work place, like the forty thieves
dissolved into nothingness.
No it’s not a dream.
It did happen to me.
Posted for dVerse Poetics: And the sign said…..hosted by Mish from mishunderstood
14 thoughts on “Stop”
I like how that tiny squirrel changed your life around. Small things can make us see the green grass and blue sky we forget to look at.
Yes, I love the little squirrel. He turned out to be “perhaps little,” but quite important. As they say: “the little things in life.
This rings with all the truth inside a fairytale… the squirrel a perfect little messenger.for the moral of the poem… yes we need to stop sometimes.
I had such an encounter with a butterfly once! Really.
Wonders such as little squirrels can save us. Little birds stop me.
I love the message Sumana and good for you to stop for the squirrel and the nut to the treasure trove of nature!
Love this! It seems magical!
We should all be required to stop and observe nature for at least 15 minutes every day. There’s something so calming about it. Great read!
Indeed… the wealth of stop. Of nature.
“No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass”
W. H. Davies would applaud your words for this life stopping moment
What a deep, and for me, timely message you write here that totally reflected what I heard today during my time of meditation. Thanks for reminding me.
I don’t want to dissolve, to miss the beauty that surrounds me.
Thank goodness for nature’s stop signs. They are speaking to us all the time. We just have to listen. The other day I was sitting at the staff table on my lunch hour. Outside the window, on the grass, a bird was literally staring at me. We just gazed at each other for what felt like a long time. Precious moments!
Ah that we all stop, just for a moment, and contemplate some small tiny thing of nature and begin to understand……
LOVE this take on the prompt!
I love this take on the prompt, Sumana and smiled (when reminded of the backstory of this) at “I was Ali Baba and the work place, like the forty thieves dissolved into nothingness.” Beautifully penned.