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Lilies

I noticed that
even in death
lilies held beauty,
arched to one side,
white petals
glistened in the light

There were poems
in their drooping folds.
I reached into a void.
They cascaded
onto my fingers,
draping velum
across my hands.

Words seeped
into my skin
filling my veins,
they flooded my form.
A thousand sighs of awe
fell from my lips.

In wonder
I wandered time
fretless into a
glowing night,
a flush of bumps
migrate over my body
I shivered anticipation.

Cool summer air
brushed my face
as I turned
to a bright night
whose full glowing disc
haunted my eyes
with flickering glory

I closed my eyelids
as I found the poems
suddenly lodged
in my throat.
They spilled
from my mouth
and gushed
over a silent
empty field.

I stood still
for moments,
maybe hours,
eyes shut,
lips moving,
mind unpeeling.

Opening my eyes
in the witching hour
I had finally, excruciatingly
become free of words
and in astonishment
discovered that
even in death
lilies had found
lustre in the
long grass.

Through me
they had floated free
into another blush
inspiring the hopeless
with the gift
of a night in word.

Now eternally flowering
they will forever
curl their leaves
within my rhyme.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
For Ian, our sparrow.
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

You told me to come join so here I am,

This is a brilliant poem. Wow.

Hug L

Dear L

Who are you? Lol I've told a few poet friends to come join. Now you've got me wondering haha!!!

Message me!!! I am so happy you liked this!!!

Hugs J x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

They cascaded
onto my fingers,
draping velum
across my hands.

And

Words seeped
into my skin
filling my veins,
they flooded my form.
A thousand sighs of awe
fell from my lips.

Superb!
Tim

Thank you for your very kind comment I am humbled.

Hugs Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

Lovely to meet you!

Thanks so much for your kind comment, I'm really happy you liked it! I will call in and have a read of your work later this morning it's 5am here and I've been burning the candle at both ends lol

Thanks Again

Kind regards Jayne-Chloe

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

I know that you called him "Da". It was with good reason. He always had a bit of fatherly advice to you and everyone, but I think he was particularly fond of you, like a father to a daughter. I miss him too. He was the epitome of the sparrow. A pilot extraordinaire dressed in plain brown uniform. He navigated the site dispensing bits of wisdom here and there, and no one ever had a bad word about or for him. Thank you, Seren/ Sis, Love and higgest bugs, ~ Geez.
.

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I know I am not the only one who misses him, many of us were privileged have him in our lives. God I miss him so he was my Da and I his Jaughter. We talked nearly every day. He was and will always hold a special place in my heart.

He was so generous with his time always making time for the undiscovered work. He was the first to comment on my poetry and you were the second. We really are a family of poets. I am blessed to still have relationships with poets who are no longer here. I'm actually trying to entice and oldie and one of our best back. Fingers crossed.

Much love & higgliest bugs Sis xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

poem for me
Seren 'tis lovely

Hugs

Love J xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

yepssssss

If you get time I'd like your opinion on my latest poem. Never been so unsure about something I've written in a long time.

Hugs xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

which one please
Seren

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

muniment
such a tricky word you have chosen
Let me read

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