Julia Frauntal "The Moonlit Garden"

The Moonlit Garden
Julia Frauntal

The book contains a collection of the latest author’s poems in English, they are both romantic and lyrical, contemplative and philosophical.

The Moonlit Garden

Julia Frauntal

© Julia Frauntal, 2022

ISBNВ 978-5-0056-5276-8

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“As words appear on the sheet…”

As words appear on the sheet
IВ learn what IВ am going toВ say.
The sheer mystery ofВ it
Remains aВ secret till today.

As dear Alice put it once —
How do IВ know what IВ think?
I’ll say it fist, the words will dance…
AВ language is aВ curious thing.

And when IВ hear what IВ say
And when IВ see the dancing lines,
IВ read the meaning intoВ them
Or from them – coming from my mind

Or being whispered from above —
Divine dictation as it is —
Sent down inВ spirit as aВ dove,
As inspiration or aВ breeze.

So, what’s the moral of this tale?
(or just aВ stream ofВ random thoughts)
The authorship we later claim —
Does it belong toВ us orВ not?

2019

“It’s raining… The last day of May…”

It’s raining… The last day of May…
Some lilac bushes are in bloom…
I contemplate… Let come what may.
IВ feel my love is coming soon.

The trees and grass are dripping wet…
Raindrops are dancing in the pond…
The message I am sure to get —
The one IВ love is on the road.

The quiet noise of pouring rain…
The chirring of the birds who know —
It’s clearing up, the day’s today,
The one IВ love is on theВ go.

My heart is melting inВ my chest
From tender yet unknown bliss —
Sweet love has woven there its nest,
My lips are ready for your kiss.

2019

“Ponds are to ponder…”

Ponds are toВ ponder,
Brooks are toВ brood,
Lilac’s to like it and linger.
The moon’s for the mood,
And the woods are toВ woo,
The night’s for the nightingales’ singing

The water is falling
And falling inВ love,
The dew on the grass is so pure.
The waterfall’s pouring its bliss from above…
You love me, IВ love you, my dear.

“The garden hammock in the shade…”

The garden hammock inВ the shade
Is swinging slowly…
I will surrender, I’m afraid —
You look so lovely.

My book has fallen, so will I —
You are so close…
Your breath… your fingers, your…, oh my,
Forgive us both…

2019

“Lavender fields on my mind, in my soul…”

Lavender fields on my mind, inВ my soul,
Lavender fragrance and flavour…
Lavender shades on my ceiling and walls,
Lavender dream’s here to savour.

Lavender music, so tender and calm —
Angels are playing…
I’m – by the lavender mood overcome —
Feeling angelic.

Dozing off on the lavender waves,
Drifting and swinging,
Up to the heavenly lavender grace…
Angels are singing…

2019

“The sea is tickling my bare feet…”

The sea is tickling my bareВ feet
With liquid crystal seething foam…
I’m feeling whole and complete,
Relaxed, delighted and at home.

The firm and wavy bottom sand’s
Massaging my tired soles.
The shiny pebbles inВ myВ hand
Are soothing for my soul.

The wind is gently singing songs,
Playing the pine-trees
Like pipes or flutes, or harpsichords,
Or lutes and violins.

The rolling waves stroking the strand,
The rustling sound ofВ theВ surf
Embrace me like aВ loving friend,
Cooling and healing my poor nerves.

The sunset’s painting both the sea
And the sky canvas
With golden, raspberry, crimson,В pink
And lilac shadows.