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Silent reflections fall on my heart
Wonders so tender they remind me
Love is alive all around me, kindness
Smiling through the oaks and pines
Lifting my heart from its musings
Laughter so brilliant it sparkles
Breaks through my sorrow and strife
Coloring my hopes in deep lilac
Providing a sense of assurance
Melting all worry from my yearnings
Whispers of serenity light my thoughts
Singing praises to the Creator of life
Awakening faith filled with grace, thriving
With music sent down from angel’s harps
Arousing my spirit to feelings so treasured
Sunshine delights as it drifts on the sky
Betraying the night with its breathless light
Expressions of joy in waves of pleasure
Flowing across the dawn in lemon yellow
Breathless like a bird who chirps to morning
Lovely dreams in hues of golden glory
Fondle the moon with relief from darkness
As colors of day drive away the nocturnal
Painting love in prayers of wonder and awe
Coasting across the borders of compassion
This is the charming caress of a summer heart
Adorning the affections in devotion and ardor
Compelling elation to reach across the night
Stir the brilliance of moon to close its thoughts
Breathing life into the intensity of sunlight
On the breath of a moment’s inspiration, rain
Like dew on rose or hiding beneath a spider’s maze
Drizzles, pouring out a blessing on those who know
Even during the summer storm, there is opportunity
For kindness that shades the heart in humility
Summer risks being named the one who gives
Beyond its heartfelt joy and unending pleasures
To the heart of those who measure love by thanks
Poured out from the soul who knows that this is
The beginning of a season filled with contentment
“A flower of strange beauty, growing in a desolate spot, and blossoming in the wind.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne
Blooming zinnias, swaying in the breeze,
Elegance attracting
cute little hummingbirds with ease,
Hues impacting;
Lemon yellow butterflies flit around,
Collecting sweet nectar,
Zinnias stand tall in the ground,
Sole protector;
Hearts flutter at the sight of these flowers,
Cheerfully spread good vibes,
Small, yet potent, they have powers
no tongue describes.
21st December 2022
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing" contest
LIFE AS A NEW YORK FASHION COLORIST
Color forecast, by Knit Fabric Fashion Colorist’s,
have to be designed years before, every season.
Richly textured yarns have to be created.
Fabrics knitted, then with new colors dyed,
all this … years before colorful fashions hit the market.
Each season, by color trends … all are led.
When should colors be …
custom, muted, or bright?
Custom colors created for
hippie designers,.
Sizzling Shocking,,Psychedelic
Snazzy reflective shades?
Almost be struck blind, hues so bright!
A downward trend in world affairs, demands
more muted colors.
Who would guess we ourselves colorful Colorist’s,
better not miss the mark in this regard.
Muted Green,Teal, Magenta, Gold.
Colors support a … somber mood.
When predicting healthy economy,
colors must, reflect a sparkling positive future.
Will colors be …
Brilliant and elegantly bright?
Or softly, sweetly pastel elegance?
but must forecast … healthy economy
These colors must be clean,
Fresh, Pure hues always bright
and Colorful
Lime Green, Turquoise, Hot Pink,
Lemon Yellow. etc.
Colorful colors fostered a … happy mental mood.
Friends, our Heavenly Father
is the greatest Colorist!
Observe Creation.
Soft Peach, Pink colors of sunrise,
Vibrant Oranges of sunsets.
We humans live surrounded by God’s colorful colors
I thank God f
for my career forecasting and designing colors,
Most of all thank him we humans can enjoy colors.
by how magnificently
He made our eyes
Sept. 3, 2023
They came lined up like chorus girls -
Just five, though, in a row,
A plastic cover letting them
Be visible below.
Protected, they stayed soft and fresh
Until the wrapper tore,
Most likely well before you even
Paid or left the store.
The colors, bright and cheery,
Topped with sugar, never bled –
A lemon yellow, orange, green,
A licorice black and red.
I mostly ate the red one first
But sometimes chose the black
And green, without a doubt, remained
The last one in the pack.
Though chewy Chuckles candies
In my childhood gained acclaim,
They never lived up to the joy
Expected by their name.
the box of Crayola’s has fallen to the floor
like pick-up sticks they lay, crisscrossed
and I without a partner or a pair of jacks
rolled paper named & swirled in ink of black
periwinkle and puce displayed
side by side the candied rainbow huddles
like children whispering at play
lilac and orchid cuddle
see the rusty red and the crimson lay
grin and giggles surround the paper pages
as the parents are kept at bay
lemon yellow is the sun
and saffron the flower in the bay
pink the fingers which grasp and pile
the colors so arrayed, by the fallen box
of crayons in the golden light of day
4/12/14
Slowly and silently, keeping time with the raindrops
I open my petals to whisper a soft, sweet melody
Of insight into the Creator’s inspiration for my purity
My life’s blood is streaked with clarity and compassion
Coloring me in hues of crimson, amber and lemon yellow
Daily, I open each trembling flower to a delicate sunlight
Enlightening the dawn with a beautiful array of enchantment
Breathing whimsical order in the fashion of petals that grace
Each spectator with feelings of appreciation for my powerful
Presence, my fragility shadowed with dreams and passions
Graciously, I lift up my head toward the morning rainstorm
Feeling drenching showers pour across my spirit’s essence
Creating a melancholy that breeds illuminations of sorrow
Which soon turns into a sweet harbinger of tomorrow’s glory
Delicious sentiments of what will soon be the praise of God
Applauding Him with my fingers of illusive discernments
Honoring Him with my faint hints of vitality in emotion
Acclaiming Him as the world’s most glorious designer
Admiring Him for all that He’s given to His creation
Praising Him with every part of my peaceful spirit, eternally.
I am the flower that rises above my loss of life and limb
To the joy of knowing that through existing I am filled with
Compassion and praise that fills up this dismal land called earth
With true expressions of kindness and charity that is known
To be the way to God’s heart, where I hope to always go!
The Flower, The Thorn Or Both Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
July 6, 2020
A Lemon Yellow Hat
The morning light of a new day,
cascades through the bedroom window.
I am alone.
Your pillow is soft, and close by,
it still smells of you...
barely.
I can close my eyes,
and pray to see your face,
and it still comes to my mind,
not clear as before,
but faded ever so slightly by time.
You are still as beautiful as ever.
You have been gone long,
but my heart feels it is only yesterday,
that you left.
I struggle each day,
to put things back together,
that I know now will never fit...
the same or even close as before.
I don't want to move on.
So I am biding my time.
Do not worry, as I am not lost.
I am not sick.
I am not without motion.
I am simply set,
on the waiting of things.
I work in the garden,
the girls and I.
They dig things up that I plant.
I scold them, but you know that,
I...
am not a harsh man,
and am a huge marshmallow,
where those I truly love and claim...
are concerned.
I melt and laugh and play with them,
and they keep me from watching,
the clock on the wall,
the one in the hall,
the one in the office,
the watch on my wrist,
and even the face of technology,
on my phone.
Yet the last one bares the visage,
of you my angel...
and I...
on our wedding day.
I stare at it often,
not to check the time...
but to see you with my eyes,
and tell my heart,
it is not seconds, minutes or hours,
not days or weeks or more...
but that you are already with me;
now, still and forever,
even from here to heavens gate.
You left at the first flicker of dawn
as the pioneering rays of Sun
diluted the chaotic dark of night
and the morass of words exchanged.
I would have, if not for my dead legs
followed, at least crawled
but you had gone before, and returned.
Dragging my cold body toward the switches
I should have considered you lost,
but time is an endless breeze
that blows over the ghosts of steam
avenging that which our tempers kill,
and leaving in its wake, just the regret
of those two words that needn't have been said.
I should have considered you lost
even as my stomach rumbled in angst,
silenced by the cool dread of the sight
of the idle lemony shade on the doorway
without a singular shadow to break it
nor even your voice to let me know
I shall have you with me tonight.
Green Grass
Green-- GLIMMER of dew on early dawn grass has a new beginning of GOLD sun-rays
Green-- RAIN from a wisp of TEAL sky pounds on pane glass,
Green-- BREEZE of cool crisp WHITE breath twisting and lacing, through bouts
Green-- SAVORING the herbs evokes a sour LEMON YELLOW taste
Green -– EMBRACES of nature, spring growth of nostalgic PURPLE
Glimmer, Gold, Rain, Teal, Breeze, White, Savoring, Lemon Yellow, Embraces, Purple
Dormant grass is first kissed by the glimmer of gold hued sunrise rays
The sound of panging rain beats in my ears, turns double rainbows into teal bluegrass
Breeze tightly weaves and curls through one another’s tendrils leaving a wisp of pure clean white scent
Savoring sweetly tangy flavor of lemon yellow tender blades of grass among the foliage
Autumn embraces nature’s colors of sunshine laced in purple flowers in summer
Heavenly
10/31/2015
contest: Green
sponsored by; Silent One
This is the wonder of wonders - That God blessed us with such a confession of His absolute glory! ~ Quote by Poet
Dazzling dewdrops
Slide slowly, brilliant, vibrant
Across the petals so wise
With singsong beauty
In hues of praise, sweet grace
Reflections of joy
Penetrating dreams, awake
Collections of flowers
Buds stirred to life
By the melody of birds
Tunes, softly sung
Rising to the laughing sun
Who welcomes the morning
With lemon yellow tones
Echoing sparkling rays
Across the edge of an azure sky
Deep shadows, forlorn
Whisper comfort to the moon
Shimmering in its night
Beckoning to the twinkling stars
Signaling the silent ease
Of a bright kindness
Overflowing the glow in the sky
Reminding hearts just why
There is heaven in sight
Wonders of the moment
Squirrels scampering to and fro
Laughing at the oak
Who never seems more bold
As its branches grasp
Turning with the winds
Awakening a sense of tenderness
In the reverberating gales
Thrilling the air with promises
Of the lone love story
Will this flicker of hope
Drown out the darkness
Returning courage
Jubilant strength and mercy
To the soul who knows
His touch is on the whole
Embracing the world
In an aching love that longs
To be shown, exposed
By the sensitivity of nature
It’s insight into the spirit
It’s prudence and sagacity
It’s understanding and amazing
Way of giving every heart
Pleasure that is like a smile
Soft, easy, filling the face
With rays of sunshine intimacy
F Form - Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
February 21, 2022
Theme Word: Nature