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lovely flower
as the morning sun comes out there lay a delicate flower, blooming in the gentle rays
opening slowly at first, unsure about the world outside yet wanting to stretch her lovely arms
as she opens she reveals colors that she was hiding, and lovely texture with intricate patterns
now in full bloom she takes in the full value of those morning rays, stretching further to reveal more
each passing hour marks a new stage in her development, then many days pass as she shares her beauty
alas as many things in this world do, that beauty fades and she retreats from her bloom and withers
once the flower is completely dried out, after all her tears have fallen, she falls to the earth
letting out a cry as she has lost from the beautiful pose she had taken for so long
leaving behind all her cares and worries she takes comfort in knowing that she has many opportunites,
there within her arms there are many more blooms waiting to be shared with the world
she is so lovely and every part of her process is marked by a wonder that fills my heart
lovely lady the flower, sharing your beauty with the world
Wonderfull poem - so
Wonderfull poem - so patiently following the course of the flowers life and death and rebirth. Very creative poem a good read and very well written. Enjoyed your poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
thank you for your kind words
thank you for your kind words
Reminds me of Eckart Tolle
Reminds me of Eckart Tolle and how he says when upset, 'look at a flower, and connect with the essence of who you truly are" (not exactly, but same idea)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
simply looking at one creates
simply looking at one creates all sorts of feelings within me --- lovely petals of creation, each having a word to say --- love -- jb
Beautifully Written. :)
Beautifully Written. :)
Copyright © morningglory
your so kind, thank you ---
you're so kind, thank you --- love -- jb
Out In The Open
Flower, your petals are showing,
your colors are wealthy personified
as nature preening, singing.
.
The leaves below bow to majesty
hark the insects who drink
nice nectar, then take it home.
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Come bird, blue as multiple skies,
let me be your bough,
let me become a pantheon
of brand new colors for you
and your wings that see
the entire world including me.
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~~A~~
06-25-13
4:40p
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this is truly lovely, thank
this is truly lovely, thank you for sharing these words --- love -- jb
Oh my goodness, allets...that
Oh my goodness, allets...that is beautiful. Thank you for sharing your talent with us.
.....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "