Mother’s spirits had risen
28 November 2015
The sun regained cold
Petunias withered up
White and pink faces
Soft pastels played in my Heart
A bridge of purple faded
Citrus evergreen
Haunted by orange speckles
Bore timid blossoms
A shade of penance hung low
Within branches of my thoughts
Hibiscus rose red
Tussled with bougainvillea
Prominent flowers
The crimson in my mind’s shades
Spoke of bleeding memories
Frangipani bloomed
Delicate orange on white
Its scent thief of Hearts
Captured throb within ribcage
Sought bloom’s renewed tenderness
Grass ran through Earth’s brown
Carpet of fresh green kingdoms
Grasshoppers’ domain
Mother’s sprits had risen
Winding through me a new hope
The moon rose silver
Exhaling through jasmine’s breath
Faint springtime’s treasures
Hushed feeling of renewal
Coursed through my Heart lily white
Amethystium – Enchantment
Amethystium..Treasure ( Isabliss )(Stine Mari Langstrand)
Amethystium – Strangely Beautiful
Mother Earth celebrates its flowers and scents.
Is this what we were in the Garden of Eden.
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I wonder sometimes if we are not still in a beautiful garden but just having a nightmare of it being something else
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It did rise my spirits Geetha!
Congrats!
I was on a holiday, I did miss your blogs and the poetry.
I shall try and make to visit.
Shiva
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Thanks Shiva, am glad it did. Keep well
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Love the enchanting use of the colors, Geetha. So very beautiful. ♡
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Thank you Eric. I hope your sister is still holding out and not in much pain
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You’re welcome, Geetha. And thank you!
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Very cool use of color and imagery. The colors little shifted in my mind with the poem.
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Thank you!
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what a gorgeous piece utilizing the most beautiful flowers…Mother’s spirits live in the essence of these beautiful plants…great imagery and stunning work, as always 🙂
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Thank you Thomas 🙂
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you are welcome, Geetha 🙂
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