Arising from my chair
my pen falls off my lap
on the floor a ray of sun
embraces it in golden glow
as I pick it up I feel energy
My brain cogitating, if I write
immediately will the poem
I have been working on
turn into a shining gem
I quickly pen a few words to see
behold a rainbow of colors
clothe words of sheer beauty
In a bouquet of floral fantasy
Snow white petals of a Gardenia
Proudly displays its glamour
While the scent attracts attention
A blood red Rose in all its glory
Seductively tells another story
Allowing its attar of perfume to mix
To rival Gardenia's usual fix
The stately Orchid of lavender variety
Emits a gentle but telling notoriety
It gives a haughty glance to its lessers
While the orange flame of a Tiger Lily
Transcends them all but, loves to be silly
It is friend to blue Iris in proud display
Making this floral rainbow a divine bouquet
As I finish writing my pen disappears
Was this nought but a dream, I ask my peers?
etw-2006
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This floral fantasy is filled with the colours of your soul. A divine bouquet, indeed!
Love & Light,
Joseph
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
It shall go in with my treasured Keepers file!!
type of poems....
This is eloquent, and the mystery...Divine! Love&prayers, Rhonda
Peace & Love, Dove
Sis...this has the flavor of an English garden.
Susan
A superb and spontaneous composition, which just has slipped off your pen, into the annals of Author's Den history...:)
And the brilliant graphic compliments the words eloquently !
Peter
In my experiences, I have found it always wise to be prepared for what comes through. Sometimes it only does so once!
A Poets contemplation here filled with the sensitivity born of experience!
Richard