Our mama, my woman is gone,
Gone home to be with the lasses.
Free from the pains of the masses.
We laid her among the finest of lilies,
She is the finest we have ever known.
Our mama was very stern with the rod
And with the Word.
Her heart was always full of tough love.
It is this tough love that has turned us to be;
Who we are yesterday, today and tomorrow.
We acknowledge you yesterday today and always;
As the best mother, we had, our love has no bounds.
We lay a wreath of lilies on your grave stone beloved.
Contest: When Words Speak For The Silence Of Art.
Sponsor: Silent One
Date: July 8th 2026
The Artwork: Water Lilies
The Artist: Claude Monet [1919]
Oh to float amongst the Lily Pads
in Claude Monets Water Lily scenes!
Those platforms for the Lilies gently bop and sway as they rest upon the river lulled to sleep in a lapping lullaby...
A soothing blend of greens, purples and blues - a dreamers combination of relaxing hues. In some paintings the draping willows open up the scene. The pink and yellow Lilies welcome in the admiration of eyes....
Oh to float amongst the Lily Pads and breathe in this peace...
To blend in with such beauty and tranquility...
My smile joins the Water in its reflection of heaven....
Oh to float amongst the Lily Pads in Claude Monets Water Lily scenes!
Love lights the flames.
Protected by Love.
Under the moon and skies we fly to our King.
Love binds us all.
Trusting in Love to guide the way.
Anna forever.
petals drift in light
soft ripples whisper Thy Name
colours breathe new life
as pond sings celestial hymns
a lilac love story blooms
soft glow
love slow
still pond
hearts bond
light gleam
we dream
warm hue
me, you
calm breeze
time, please!
bright dewdrops rest on tender blooms of trout lilies, a gem to eye.
and if my heart is flawed ~
a muse-less manipulator,
it is because
it has known the murk
where nymphaea drift
through green grief
of algae blooms,
yet still m e l t s
in mauve muteness
to feel love’s rhythm
in merciful melancholy,
whilst the air
ripples like fractured light
on a liquid edge
dreaming,
drawing
somewhere
between silence and sacredness,
as mind mimics migrating birds
blissfully bruised
but never broken...
for I am the essence
of an aquatic-blossom ~
soft yet strong ~
patience my pulse
kindness my dignified design,
when coldness finds
its cruel coherence...
O beloved,
feel me
beyond the sighing pond-mists.
I am your mirror
in shallow reflections,
interpreting your
quivering quietness
into unbreakable
laces of light
that float and breathe
as mindfulness
frames the placid pixels
in oil pigments ~
an aura of an artist
can refine to redefine,
where lilies linger
and the water reminisces
its own sun's
luminous f l o w ...
lilies break through, spring calls them forth from their grave.
The eyes that lights in the dark
The shine that dims when the clear comes near
The cracks that shatters when the shine comes
Forever stuck
Forever young
Forever dim
In the garden that’s filled with roses and lilies
In the garden that has died and now untouched
In the garden that covered her with roses and lilies
When you live your life when she is forever stuck
When she felt the roses and lilies cover her cracks
When you’re old will you see the girl in the garden
Look into her eyes that are now dim
Look at the clear and see no shine
Look at the cracks that forever shattered
Cover her with a rose
Cover her with a lily
Cover her with the shine so it never dims
Throw a rose and a lily for the girl whose forever stuck in the garden.
Lady out of roses of red,
this news hit him hard in the head.
Lilies of blue,
expensive hue,
more than expensive loaf of bread.
A daylight will stay with us from on high
And mailings will be reviewed when I sigh
Among bleeding cacti within the fence
After we are engaged in a pretence
Here I, reversal permeability
Reduced to wearing only this vittae
Painted in grey
no colours nor lilies
there's hope there's pain
amidst the wind and storm
"Life" pinned me in blue.
One month passed.
The new walk in
like a gentle guest,
hopes on it
worries cast aside,
I take a step and stride;
my boulders are too immense
to shoulder,
beyond my strength,
beyond my vision
'like a dream.
In glimmer of hope
I embrace my path,
a fate so neatly designed,
to pace forward wayward front.
Roadside Lilies Hiku 45
roadside lilies white
in full bloom with delight~
yearning for human sight.
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Lilies Haiku 39
white lilies in bloom
cotton petals unfurl~
nature`s sacred world.
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A Pond's Melody
Purrs of swimming swans
Drumming of fish with bladders
Rustling of water lilies
Rippling of waters
Stir up a pond`s melody,
A dulcet boon to the ears.
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