🍂Collection of Poetry, Letters or Other Written Works🍁
Posted 2024-03-08 05:13:24
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Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-08 06:14:17
The waters of the seas, the lakes, rivers absorb all light waves of color except blue. Their blue and the blue of the heavens enlighten thought, mood, promote joy. The human mind releases emotions of happy, of curious, of passion, of tenacity, and of sadness, of grief— of blue. Why that color defines sadness is hard to understand. Our symbolism of color is rampant. We can be red with anger, with embarrassment. We can be green with envy, green in innocence. We can be yellow in trepidation, in fear. Ah, blue—aqua, azure, navy, teal, midnight, sky, robin egg, baby. I sing your message of calm, of waves of hope. -Marilyn Zelke Windau |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-08 06:14:30
When Summer's mellowing pencil sweeps his shade Of ripening tinges o'er the checquer'd plain: Light tawny oat-lands with a yellow blade; And bearded corn, like armies on parade; Beans lightly scorch'd, that still preserve their green; And nodding lands of wheat in bleachy brown; And streaking banks, where many a maid and clown Contrast a sweetness to the rural scene,-- Forming the little haycocks up and down: While o'er the face of nature softly swept The ling'ring wind, mixing the brown and green So sweet, that shepherds from their bowers have crept, And stood delighted musing o'er the scene. -John Clare |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-08 06:14:57
a Tiffany lampshade comes to life in my garden. Tail a dark rust, she lands on an arm of the geranium. Close up I see the fair down on her thorax, the wide, red head with two white dots on back -- are they eyes? She allows me to inspect the marvel of her body, and I feel like a suitor, leaning forward in my chair to ask the dragonfly about her life, about other gardens she has seen. She flies away on russet wings laced with delicate panes, up and over the red brick wall, to join the abundant beauty of the world. -Tamara Madison |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-08 06:15:15
the last coldness from the ground as yellow colts-foot rise along dirt roads, before daffodils, before soft fingers of tulips and fields buzzing with dandelions. It is the season of yellow. Pansy faces speak from pots, owls watch from trees wide-eyed, finches turn as yellow as swallowtails filling even the air. After yellow everything is possible. -Jennie Pollard |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-08 06:33:25
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Skye #95023 |
Posted 2024-03-21 15:01:04
ill keep you in mind when i start working on drawing chapters though haha |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-21 15:04:42
Hardy enough to bounce back after a frost, they promise spring color before it's safe for impatiens or petunias. I head home with twenty-four plants, purple faces cheerfully grinning. and spend the morning in a coat, carving holes with a hand shovel. Turning moist earth, I recall that my father taught me to position plants before digging and gently loosen tangled roots. Daddy used to say it's more practical to purchase perennials, plants that come back year after year like returning memories. But today I put my faith in pansies, heart-shaped petals not too fragile for the lingering chill in the air. -Jacqueline Jules |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-21 15:07:17
from the old garden and moves them one at a time to the new one, her love of animals clear in the way she carefully cradles each one in a bare hand letting the worm squirm wherever it will across her palm, keeping the other hand below to catch it should it go too far in any direction. My wife plans, plots, decides, directs number, width, depth, selection. I dig, set in place, carry water. Together we make again a garden to tend, grow, sustain us -Scott Owens |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |
Posted 2024-03-21 15:08:39
multiple Word docs open and so many Chrome tabs I can't see their icons when abruptly everything I type is CAPITALIZED. I CAN'T FIND THE CAUSE. IT'S NOT THE CAP LOCK BUTTON OR JAMMED SHIFT KEY. IT'S NOT A CAPS ONLY FONT OR A SETTINGS CHANGE. I laugh at how urgent everything suddenly seems when each letter screams. Save everything, close everything, hit "restart" and while waiting, take my bare feet out on the grass where morning sky is beginning to lift night's curtain. My breath deepens. I bless the cars rushing by and the world we've made out of hurry, Wish we all might replace words like BUSY with words like meander mosey stroll dally saunter amble linger dawdle. When I go back to work my newly rested desktop has calmed, reminding me how much we all need to ease ourselves back into our lower-case selves. -Laura Grace Weldon |
Sunflower🌻 #133501 |