Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak, Above horizon ashen sneak, Specked with brilliant heat from molten core, Ball of flames such orange pumpkin, Burning object, many lore.
A gleeful creature shed rays of light, Bring swift end to blanket night, Lava white pinpricks vanish far, Seen not 'till the moon prevails, And sky so soft is dipped in tar.
She with fame a myth ruled over day, Angel pure free from decay, Deity honored with many precious gift, Bow down to her majesty, Sacrificed poor lamb so swift.
But she, a terrible being slaughter, Stole away liquid, took the water, Dried the life, said died of thirst, Wrinkled hopeless fruit from limb, Not only blessing, 'tis the worst.
I'm looking at the starlit sky, I'm looking at the timeless heavenly plough land, Along which the Father sows the seed of eternal light. I'm looking at the falling star, Mercifully weaving the magic light Above the lonely dreamer on his path of dreams - Let us hurry, not for our sake, not for lost dreams, But for the future - I'm looking at the drop of rain on the wild rose's petal Early in the morning, How it trembles in its purity and nakedness, Like an angelic clear tear on the face of an abandoned woman; I'm looking at the rose in early bloom Waking and offering itself to the brand new day Like a woman to her beloved - Once you shall return and wipe away the tears We kissed and smelled under the Northern Star's light together - I am humbly looking at the sun as if it was a heavenly blacksmith, Welding harmony within human souls. I am looking at the centennial oak, As if it was an eternally young pharmacist, Offering its healthy medicine for free. I'm looking at the tree's straight posture, Drowning its young branches In the embrace of the sun's golden light, While the wind is brotherly fondling its wrinkled face, Whispering on about its thousand years of loneliness and loving - Don't be afraid to fall in love, love is the seed of new life - I'm looking at the man who doesn't hear Nor understand what nature is trying to tell him.
Celebrating National Poetry Month: A Time to Find Your Voice with Emerald Book Club
April marks the arrival of National Poetry Month, a global celebration of poetry’s power to inspire, heal, and connect people from all walks of life. It’s a time to immerse yourself in words, explore new voices, and perhaps most importantly—share your own. At Emerald Book Club, this month holds a special place in our hearts, as poetry is at the very core of what we do.
Why National Poetry Month Matters
Poetry is more than just verses on a page—it is a form of expression that captures emotions, tells stories, and gives voice to experiences that might otherwise go unheard. National Poetry Month encourages people everywhere to read, write, and appreciate poetry in all its forms.
Whether you’re a seasoned poet or someone discovering poetry for the first time, this month is an open invitation to explore creativity without limits.
Poetry at the Heart of Emerald Book Club
At Emerald Book Club, we believe poetry has the power to transform lives. It builds confidence, encourages self-expression, and creates meaningful connections between people. That’s why our poetry sessions are designed to be inclusive, welcoming, and inspiring spaces for everyone.
From open mic performances to guided writing workshops, our sessions give members the opportunity to:
Share their original work in a supportive environment
Develop their writing skills
Connect with like-minded creatives
Gain confidence in expressing their voice
Our Poetry in the Park initiative brings this experience outdoors, blending creativity with nature—creating a calm, uplifting space where words can truly flow.
Introducing Poetic Flows Podcast 🎙️
In celebration of poetry beyond physical spaces, we created the Poetic Flows Podcast—a platform where poetry meets emotion, reflection, and storytelling.
Through the podcast, we:
Showcase original poems and spoken word pieces
Share insights into the creative process
Highlight voices from our community and beyond
Provide inspiration for aspiring writers
During National Poetry Month, the podcast becomes even more special, featuring themed episodes, powerful performances, and opportunities for listeners to engage and contribute.
How You Can Get Involved This April
National Poetry Month is your chance to step into the world of poetry—and we’re here to guide you every step of the way. You can:
Attend one of our poetry sessions or open mic events
Listen to and share the Poetic Flows Podcast
Write and share your own poems
Join our growing literary community
No matter your level of experience, your voice matters—and there is a place for you here.
A Celebration of Voices, Stories, and Community
At its core, National Poetry Month is about connection—connecting with words, with emotions, and with each other. At Emerald Book Club, we are proud to be part of that movement, creating spaces where creativity thrives and stories come alive.
💚 This April, don’t just read poetry—live it, share it, and become part of it.
In quiet rooms where whispers fade, I hold the words I’m slow to trade. No eager ear nor friendly gaze, Just watchful walls that keep my days.
A thousand thoughts like scattered sand, Slip through the spaces of my hand. Who counts them all? Who hears them fall? He knows. He listens. Knows them all.
I need no crowd to weigh my heart, No vows that fail or drift apart. When voices fail and doors are shut, He is enough. My soul is shut.
The secrets kept in silent air, He gathers gently in His care. The tears I hide behind my eyes, He measures deep. He hears my sighs.
When no one stays and none remain, He mends the seams of unseen pain. In quiet trust I find my part: He is enough to fill my heart
Dive into captivating worlds, engage in thought-provoking discussions, and connect with fellow bookworms who share your passion for literature. Whether you're an avid reader, a casual browser, or someone looking to explore new genres, there's a place for you here amidst the emerald pages of our virtual library. #emeraldbookclub#bookstagram#book#bookworm#booknerd#booklover#booklovers#bookaddict
WHISPERS OF THE QUIET GROVE 
