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Daffodils...those early spring gossips which come to tattle on summer every
year, are my favorite flower.
Don't get me wrong, crocus, tulips and others have been known to gossip and
tattle as well.
Every spring I listen as the flowers tell their tales, the birds vocalize their
wisdom, while the sun brings forth precious rays to offer encouragement to all.
It seems as though every season has its gossips who find it necessary to tattle
on the season ahead, also on one another.
There are scores of holes in the soles of her shoes
She’s mainly paid daily by men she peruses
Cold streets, warm heart, no phone and no home
Lows and highs, she cheats and lies, and feels alone
Born with a spoon in her mouth, not silver
Tent by the river - she lives there and shivers
Ashamed to be raised with no mates nor praise
Awake every night and cat naps in the days
She could not stop questioning why I loved her.
How could I choose her? She used her scars as weapons,
cutting the offering into ribbons of doubt and hesitation,
never able to accept my assurances with her cutlass drawn.
The darkness breaks, the dawn arrives
the blackened night confounded.
The spirit voice, which speaks within
consoles and is resounded!
Gently now, it calls to you
comforts and surrounds you.
The guilt you feel is swept away.
Release the past behind you!
Your memory the battleground
no longer seeks to find a cure
accepting natures calling!
Out of the darkness, he pulled me
with all his strength and grace.
He swept me up and carried me
through the fire.
He tore down my walls and
Used the stones for our foundation.
His hand kisses my cheek
And wipes away the tears
He tends to my wounds
And holds me as I heal
Forged in fire
Our bond is unbreakable
Blessed am I,
For I know love in its purest form
I bent over
to pluck
the full-faced
dandelion,
its sun-burst bloom
beaming,
its pointed leaves
praying
as its tangled roots
clenched the earth for mercy
tiny bud unfurls
blossom dips her silken face
humble elegance
Today's journey took me to farms and fields
and past a five acre pasture
whose dark green was nearly overcome by a weed's yields
wherein grazed no cattle beneath skies azure
eating yellow weeds as well as green.
This brought memories of younger years
and drinking milk with cornbread
when my future was unmarked by fears.
With naught but good dreams sharing my bed.
Before my belly shook like jello.
In an endless garden of flowers, I will always pick you.
And if you were a star, I would gaze by the window till dawn.
Because I have found the one whom my soul loves.
You are beautiful my love, the is no flaw in you.
And you are making my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes.
I just love you with every beat of my heart to be honest.
You are just like a moon, busy grieving on patches you have, unaware of the fact that your light illuminates my world.
I have found the one whom my soul loves.
May today bring unbridled bliss
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed
giving Midas a run for his money.
When the last trace of night
evaporates analogous to milky hue,
whereat a dreamy state
pervades thy being from tropical delight
as approach of Dawn
highlights morning landscape Gaia drew
ah, a paradise
in pristine majestic light
arced, bathed, chiseled displayed
described, elongated, fingered gilt
heraldic imagery joyfully
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