As the tired day bids her farewell
Downcast eyes
Adjusting to the greeting of dusk
A drumbeat she hears
Unhurriedly marching
To a tune that’s differently slow
A silent flowing breeze
Lightly kisses her cheeks
She stands
A solitary figure
Lost into the distance
But her thoughts recall
Years preceded
Her mentor her friend
Who’s absent of late!
Her face bows into her hands
Eyes shut and darkness engulfs her
Unmistakeable though
She feels what her thoughts have evoked
Each drop
To the earth falls
Seeping into the roots
Of the rosebush she tenderly nurtures
Enough to maintain
The flourishing and unfurling
Of a further crimson bud
"Crimson Bud" sings to CERES and gives Mother Poet a motive to smile on the author of this Paean to beauty written with ink that suffuses the aroma of wisdom.
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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"Crimson Bud" sings to CERES and gives Mother Poet a motive to smile on the author of this Paean to beauty written with ink that suffuses the aroma of wisdom.
In admiartion,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Regis
Chrissy
Quiet nights and sweet dreams
HH
This. Is. GORGEOUS!! Beautifully penned; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This is absolutely stunning poetry; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Gelukkige Moedersdag vir jou!!
Love Tinka
Fee
Thanks for sharing!
Connie