A bed of golden flowers spreads across blades of grass
It's like a blanket of sunshine on the ground
A resting place waits without a sound
Soft, comforting, unlike the broken glass
Pieces of glass, those sharp memories left behind
As views of blurred miles are passed
The wheels of change turn, oh so fast
Old thoughts, new thoughts, pass through my mind
A bed of golden flowers remains fresh and new
Thriving safely, freely, on the way
Highlights such a beautiful, clear day
Offering peace with a bright, stunning, view
There is no return to what was lost
Only today, as precious time moves forward
Although there's proof of being no coward
Knowing the bed of flowers will fade with the frost
Heidi Sands
8/30/26
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Raised in a bed of flowers
Counting the minutes
Counting the hours
As demons devoured
One second is all it took
From the cracks a rose flowered
Wedded by passion
The time kept ticking
He grew in frailed fractions
With a little limp as his only friend
Out of the dirt. And out of the darkness
But for the rose, darkness. Was not the end..
Stay wild
Celtic child
Splash in the Irish sea
Dry your self with a bonfire’s heat
Whisper your secrets to the moon
while the bodhrán beats out an ancient tune.
Play hide and seek in the tomb of the Queens
Then, naked upon a bed of flowers, softly dream
On the last day of fall,
Laying on the bed of flowers,
Curled into the warmth of the beds.
Sharing their perspective,
On the beauty under the petals.
Enjoying the upper view before,
Now under the flower's edges,
Pastels lightly shaded from below.
The odor of dirt and sweet scents curl around my head.
Lifting senses to another way of seeing the last fall day.
Single for life
Alone I stride in life contented and glad,
No need of love, for it can make one sad
Just me and my mind, never divided we two
Free from worries, that come with being wooed.
False peace and joy in possessions gleaned,
A lonely life brings the chance to dream
Friends come and go, but I am unchanged,
My friends would never try to rearrange.
No angst from arguments, no flaring of the heart,
A life free of love, into that I take a start
Just me and my cat, we take to my bed of flowers,
No angst to cloud my hours.
Lasting friendship with no fear of betrayal,
That’s the life I’ve elected and never can fail
I’ve picked a life of single pleasure and content,
The chance of love I’m never meant.
Written on a lonely night 1/11/23 by Davina Browne
I seek you in the silence of the night when the moon rises over the sleeping world,
On deserted streets where memories ripple like a delicate mist,
Where every whisper becomes a murmurous carpet of images and dream,
While the heart beats ancestral rhythms, calling you from the abyss.
I lose myself on forgotten paths where quietness blinks from its shadows,
With thoughts of our love, sweet and bitter, a balm in the night,
Rare as the dew on leaves that perishes at the dawn of the first light,
Waiting to soothe your sadness with the verse of a divine song.
Longing lures me, a phantom on your invisible trails,
I search fervently for you, the solace of the restless soul,
In the cold air, with the promise that, should I find you, I will stop time in its tracks,
To weave you a bed of flowers and wake you with the sweet kiss of deep fire.
Days tumble, deceptive shapes, towards you and my quest,
I will wait for you with an open heart, understanding, and inner peace,
With the belief that dreams find shelter in our vibrant reality,
I might ask you, there on the frozen shores of time, "Do we live our love, or do we merely dream it?".
An aged rusty bed
and two pairs of worn out shoes
A clear sign of human presence
and we wonder at the life that was here
The umbilical cord that binds us to the past
Was everything genuinely better in "the old days" ?
14/05/2021
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A picturesque bed of flowers
but you shined the most
Strong, beautiful, vivid and zestful
A golden soul so restful
The envious angels picked you.
Sad tears glowed like raindrops
The garden became a corpse
Snatched abruptly from this life
Alone as an abandoned beehive
Only comforted with memories alive
17-03-2018
~2ND Place~
Contest: Ten Lines, Five Words III
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 03/21/2018
Take me back to them days in the fall
When we spent our days breathing each other in with the air. Entranced. In thrall.
Where I held you beside me stood out in the entrance. Like them towering pines we viewed. Stood tall.
A walk in the woods. In the company of trees. Singular, familial yet unadorned. In that there loneliest place of them all.
Sat by the fire ; fanned by soft whispers, stoking stories of old
Kindling carried in kind by the wind; Words full of warmth in that glorious cold
Our inhibitions setting, our shadows cast as one. No care for the dawn with the night taking hold
In that moment time seemed still. A book cover framed in my mind so we counted stars in the sky writing chapters untold
The night settled in. We swayed beside the flickering fire. Not a word we spoke.
No music played. Like those fading flames we danced slow; in time with natures notes.
The moonlight took a shine to us then. A spotlight on my favourite autumn dress of flowers; filled with summer’s hope.
I’d fall asleep on your bed of flowers. Your scent of promise. Fragrant. Those days of fall when by each other’s sides we woke.
Mother in the kitchen stirring a batch of lemonade,
Children in the wheat field hide and seek is what they play,
Father in the shed tinkering with his little trains,
Grandparents listen to music talking about the evening rain,
Years later mother drinks to time and the end of days,
Children all gone one in college and the other slain,
Fathers shed empty for the stroke showed he was not to stay,
Grandparents lay together on a bed of flowers in a casket frame,
More time passes and mother doesn't want her prescriptions late,
The last child works hard but wants to place on the temple a .38,
Fathers gambling debts makes the bank foreclose their place,
Grandparents property was only hope but was seize by the state,
For a brief moment happiness was all time could make,
But all these tears through the years brings only a depressing fate,
If these walls could talk they would say wow life use to be great,
Until reality brings in the real world burden with pessimistic hate.
(2017)
Standing alone in the land of frozen dreams
She awaits him in all extremes.
Unknown enough yet she entrusts her life with him.
Unconditional is her love and strange as it seems.
He gleams through the darkness as she devours
Her soul rejoices with beauty so rife
She rests herself on the bed of flowers
And feels the soft touch of colours in her life.
Their eyes talk building dreams monumental
Expressing thoughts deeper than love.
In every glance..He paints her eyes
with varied shades of hidden emotion
Glorifying her beauty to a new dimension.
There is something that keeps them separate
There is something that ties them together
It will always remain an unsolved mystery
In the lines and verses of her silent poetry.
The queen in yellow and black watched from her hive castle
As the shy sun peeked through the misty mountain morning
But then the colorful congregation of perennials cheered
Waving as the wind brushed their flower heads
Kissing their neighbors with every turn
Gentle lambs stared as busy bees broke their fast
Her saccharine smile now dipped in honey
Shepherds dozed in the bed of flowers
Even the wolves tipped their furry heads to her majesty
Those daisy chain daydreams dared to drowse her eyes
She sighed and wished she were a meadow lark, to browse the skies
I look into your eyes and I see green
Green as the grass growing underfoot
Lips the colour of ripe cherries
Or an azalea bush as its flowers float
in the pond of life which is so blue
Maybe a tinge of grey at its edge
Skin the soft white of a baby
Before the blush of heat warms the soul
Hair like molten gold
as a field of corn swaying to and fro
Smile of an angel with dimples showing
As darker circles on the cheek aglow
This is how my elders described me
When I was just a small child
Nowadays
the eyes are still green as grass
Lips maybe tinged with blue
Skin not as pure as a babies
Yet the smile is still there, dimples too.
Colours of living change as one grows
The psychedelic hues that circle the brain
when times of worry and strain are about
Yet we strive for the rose pink of perfection
Like a bed of flowers, one dies and another springs forth
That’s called living and life in colour
With you in the meadow
secretly secluded
caught within passion’s throes;
heads spin in fairy rings
as our love overflows.
With you in the meadow
tenderly embracing
lips seeking kisses sweet;
lost in love’s labyrinth,
our two hearts skip a beat.
With you in the meadow
reclining lazily
on a bed of flowers;
our hearts bound by daisy chains,
we make love for hours.
With you in the meadow
wantonly contented
I while the day away;
your promised forget- me-not’s,
enticing me to stay.
With you in the meadow
reluctantly parting
in twilight’s honeyed fall;
you are my rainbow’s end
my precious golden all.
our hearts were once joined,
now apart the degrees
of separation are burning,
my wounds are weeping
there is no other day
judgment came yesterday
Autumn leaves began their journey
as my night was laid to rest
the walls started falling down
scattering the Rose of Sharon
a bed of flowers to die in
a place to lay my weary head
I can no longer go walkabout
black smoke is streaming
a signal, all is not well
there is only one reality, now
tomorrow has yet to come
yesterday is already history
I must savor these last
moments, sucking in each drop
in desperation I prayed for hope
for the will to fight again
but also for the strength to let go
my fingers slowly lost their grip
creeping my purchase crumbled
sinking ever deeper
becoming an automaton
I am going through the motions
watching the lights extinguish
along with my last grain of sanity
the cloudy waters of my heart
dream poems, writing of the light
I can surf the stars once again
the lip curls, it is folding my heart
and creasing my mind
sanity has fled on golden wings
as sleeves of soul sway in the breeze
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