From the very first time
I laid my eyes on you
I knew that you would be
The most precious song I wanted to hear
Silently heard under whispery trees
A beautiful essence planting and implanted
Occupying the fertile spaces I sow
Throughout the gardens of my furrows
Through wings and inseminate blossoms
And the zephyrus breeze sweetly kissing
Ornamenting your basin with rainfalls purity
…the seeds of tomorrow rooting about your feet
Tilled by the choices bearing our seasons in change
While you remain statuesquely calm and discerned
Within your bronze stature, and your gracile smile
Locked inside the sweet child of time…
I can so relate to this Vickie, I have a pool with a fountain statue of two dolphins spitting water into the pool (a mother and baby together) I named them Cleo and Squirt~ will email you a photo, your poem simply sings~
Love,
Christine
We often attach a heart and soul to inanimate objects that for some unkown reason come to live in our minds. You captured that well in this write. A storyteller finds a story almost anywhere and you found one in your statue.
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Love,
Christine
and she is in allot of my writings
and her name is Sarah :)
fee
Peace and Love
TONY
Hugs, Diana...
xo Regis