Here I lie, enshrouded
by the orangery aura cast by
the fading rays of a setting sun
I have long waited for sunrise
I sit at the brink of yesterday
wrapped in the arms
of this lingering night, I await
it's ambience to descend
on me like warm sunrays
Here I wait, my heart
benumbed, my soul
in hibernation I await
rebirth, singing lullabies
to the moon, attempting
to lull it to sleep
for the sun to awaken
and pull its crown through
a crowd of lambent clouds.
The fragrance of fruit blossoms fills the air.
A book of poetry is on my lap.
I feel the sun, yet have escaped its glare
and feel so cozy I might take a nap!
But oh, one glorious verse has caught my eye!
It’s shaken all the drowsiness from me.
Its utter beauty causes me to sigh.
Such depth in those four lines of poetry!
New thoughts are brimming, and I feel desire
to capture them. They rush into my mind
like wind that sparks my soul with a wildfire.
I leave the orangery, for I must find
my quill and paper. Reading poems is nice,
but writing them - I am in paradise!
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Paradise lost
Youthful memories is all that I have to cherish,
Agony of losing a dear one how can anyone embellish?
There were times my thoughts were so positive,
Your love my life, I was always imperative,
Now living in past, there's hardly any charm,
Once so bubbly, I now remain calm,
Redness of my cheeks is on a fade,
Glowing thoughts, now a weary jade,
Your sweet words are my prized possession,
Diary that once giggled, is a teary succession,
Still I hold it dear, very close to my heart,
Although enough to tear my soul apart,
Orangery of my twilights is covered with frost,
Without your passion, I am in a paradise lost !
Written on 21/7/14
Contest- Painting in the orangery
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
IN THE ORANGERY
In the orangery, her face glows
as sunstreaks rain like the snowfall.
A white bud stem her fingers pin.
Hush blush is her alabaster skin.
Her eyes focus to a book below,
hair unmoved from the wind blow,
similar to her thoughts running slow.
She sits calm, hand under her chin,
in the orangery.
Air dances, citrus smell swings a let go
sweetness dazzle an overflow.
It mimics, the lady's chaste grin
unhidden from her lashes spin.
Her beauty and the tangerine bulbs flow,
in the orangery.
(c)olive eloisa
12:53am
July 21,2014
CONTEST NAME: A POEM IN PARADISE
SPONSOR: ISAIAH ZEBEREST
4th place, to God be the glory..:)
***Orangery - these are 17th to 19th century ground buildings with classical architectural designs...It is same as a greenhouse or conservatory where citrus trees are kept and saved from frost. It symbolizes wealth and prestige as they are also gardens... :)
she comes here to sit still, and be alone
the scent of orange blossoms in the air
of the outside world she is hardly aware
pouring over a book written by old masters
poems that transport her mind and soul away
written words that she will carry through the day
to soon the afternoon becomes the evening
return she must to her life beyond these walls
with blossoms in her heart, she goes where duty calls
7/19/14
I sat, all peaceful and calm
It was in the evening and it was warm
I opened a book and turned a few pages
Then, I let out a sign and let my mind make up images
I was bored
I felt old
Sitting always in the orangery
Sitting and waiting like the lonely
I turned my head and looked at the skies
And I dreamed of paradise
I dreamed of angels
Laughing and chiming bells
Of Gods and Goddesses
Being all in love and ageless
Of Time and its eternal nature
Of each day being like an adventure
Of protection
From all abomination
Of beauty
In its immensity
A life in paradise
For such I did wish
For such I did yearn
A life lived like the butterflies
All graceful, with talent in bountiful
With solace and grace
A life lived by writing many a poem
Many, many, many more of them!
Why, should we be envious of the other world
Someday we shall be there
Someday we shall be there
Pray, have faith in the reward that we shall earn!
Paradise for We
My beautiful lady , my darling Estelle
sweet are the days while love rings it's bell
Paradise beckons our hearts as future opines
your beauty sings of roses and Blue Mountain pines
Heaven has now ventured down to this earth
a paradise it created with your goddess birth
Adding romantic, dancing clouds in glimmering sky
a gift, a blessing sent , nobody daring to ask why
The briefest look at your angelic smile
summoned bliss and heavenly love in greatest style
A world with roses, rainbows and purest bliss
heavenly delights our souls dare not ever miss
My darling, sing as you sit waiting for me
As I move heaven and earth to find paradise for WE!
07/14/2014
Isaiah Zerbst , Contest Name - A Poem in Paradise
Submit one original poem on the theme of ..A Poem in Paradise.
Your inspiration is the painting above, "In the Orangery," by
Charles Edward Perugini.
My
Japanese Butterfly
Sole proprietor of my eye
Sole proprietor of my sky
Canary, strawberry
Colors extraordinary
She lives in an orangery
In a hole under an orange tree
Her kisses are of lemon-lime
Citrus, overwhelmingly delicious
Captivating submissive I’ve made
A solicitous conscious decision
To explore, desire, love-n-adore
Till I die
My Japanese Butterfly
Sincerely,
Your Puffy-eyed Chinese Dragonfly
Orange sky
Breaking waves
White crests crash
In thrashing rave
Dawn mists
Stroll the sands
Mimicking the sky
Like an orange band
The sleeping dunes
Await their morning chorus
Natures sounds
They just never bore us
Gentle winds
Caress the reeds
On the breeze carried
Future life in seeds
Sunlight breaks through
The eroding mists
Whilst the awakening life
Shows their exist
Progression of day
As the evening sun downs
Will we be fortunate to see
Another orangery gown
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
Indoor
gardening
pavillion-
orangery blooming-
verdant
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