Vitreous Stars (poem) by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse on AuthorsDen

Vitreous Stars
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Within the palm of your hands you openly offer unknown wisdoms; Claiming the clouds in stillness to form tralucent impressions...
Vitreous Stars You come from chiffon shadows of illumination; Sheer elegance decorated within trustworthy beliefs… Holding a candle aglow within the silence of a dreaming moon; Vitreous stars offer the silence of unveiling beauty… Within the palm of your hands you openly offer unknown wisdoms; Claiming the clouds in stillness to form tralucent impressions… …you speak with the tender presence of love… inscribing upon the heart of confusion an awakening of spirit… …an authenticity of beatitudes’ presence… You open the vestibules of a lonely soul to see new beginnings… …her soul….the revealing of her emotional embodiments… Copious paths are lit with your patience for her to see… …to reach from those quickened depths of her weighted despair… Arising emotions explore these elevations of quietude, evolving a beautiful permanence of acceptance; you have given to her; within the voice of her heart’s soul…new meaning… …a virtuous standing of deep value… …freedom… Dancing in the fragrant meadows of nectarous bounties; she touches your essential worth with gratuitous depths; placed within the fortunes of her memories vault… …You will always dance as chiffon’s enlightenments upon her heart… (Written: September 8^th, 2009 7:46 a/m) In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Embraced ~ Embrassé poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley *http://stores.lulu.com/poetessvictoriamccolley* *COMING SOON* NEW BOOK: Orchards of Deliverance These photos are of one of my Angel Trumpets which are in Glorious Bloom! The blooms are 14-16 inches long!! The bell opens larger than the span of my hand! They emit a beautiful scent into the entire house….they release their perfume in the evening. I had to bring them in as it is cold here in Indiana now & they are tropical. They are over 6 feet tall now. I bought them when they were 2 inches big back in 2005…a caterpillar is enjoying her stay in the house….if I get a butterfly that will be awesome!! The caterpillars love the leaves & made a complete harvest while they were outside. But Angel’s don’t mind…they grow more leaves!!

Reviewed by David cox (Reader)

Reviewed on September 28, 2009

Within the palm of your hands you openly offer unknown wisdoms;
Claiming the clouds in stillness to form tralucent impressions...

catches the attention immediatly and i wasn't dissapointed.

dave.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on September 13, 2009

Vickie,
You captured my attention with line one! Exceptional photos, too. Two talents that blend beautifully.
Sheila

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on September 12, 2009

Wow the poetry is as bright as the starst themselves and the photography here is brilliant...love it Vick.
hugs
Fee

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on September 11, 2009

Vickie,
You see with the eye of goddess and scientist and romantic all in one and you have the depth of thought and range of language to express the richness you behold.

John

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

...beauty of color in your flower and poem..which reaches depth of the soul...awesome!

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

When I first read this, I took time to contemplate the intrinsic beauty of nature even more so when that beauty is a metaphor on the color scale of human growth and evolving love and free will...in this poetry of Victoria L. McColley, Vitreous Stars, is an enlightening secret that the ancient flower people who took this route could not be unearthed, as they were tied to the land, and they would say that no one wants to dig a lot of unneccesary holes in the ground, as bucolic pastureland feeds a woman's soul. Always, Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley's timeless poetry is the most logical spot to plant yourself for a literary harvest. A blessing of a bounty, literary and horticulturally cultivated.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Victoria, W-----O-----W !!! Breatheless, Speechless. . .
Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Glassy pieces hanging on a firmament of a quasi Universe where emotions blossom like arising over elevations of quietude with here and there a few despair tears in an otherwise world of chiffon shadows of illumination.

Georg