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Click hereIn this watercolor of motherhood
the petals reach like tiny hands
to cup sunshine
and catch the rain.
Two raindrops chase each other
down the vase, pottery from some class
designed to pass the waiting hours
of anticipation.
Pieces of shell stolen from the beach
lie scattered around the vase
silent testament to days passed
and dreams lost. Silent shells
that no longer hold the ocean's roar
or the gentle song of children's laughter.
Toy binoculars left behind
with the orange from their lunch,
like other adventures lost in childhood,
washed clean with Mother's tears.
Teardrops feed the flowers
plucked from the garden along the walk,
and tiny hands cup raindrops
that splash with laughter
and echo dreams.
Such a delicate way with words that distills their essense for the reader's own private enjoyment. A Jewel!
A verbal painting of a watercolor work
Capturing an incredible amount of detail and feeling.
my comments would only understate my feelings on this one. beautiful, beautiful.
light
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"...the incredible eloquence that the poet possesses. Read, and be mezmerised..."
...that you can capture the light and the dark sides of life so well.
I liked this poem.
very touching! i'm sure for every mother reading, words that hit us where we feel the deepest...our children!
this was beautiful!
left-behind objects, a mother's tears nourish her children... excellent work
...poem from you today. Great phrasing and feeling. Everything I read from you impresses me. I suggest you consider a comma after the word 'vase' -- and also a rewrite of the following lines:
Pieces of shell stolen from the beach
lie scattered around the vase
silent testament to days passed
and dreams lost. Silent shells
that no longer hold the ocean's roar
by simply removing the word 'that', or
somehow rewording to avoid repeating the words 'silent' + 'shells' a second time. If the word 'that' is gone, you have a complete thought and not a sentence fragment there, and then the repeats seem okay to me.
....no one has commented on this lovely poem yet. The images are beautiful and the emotion well worded.
I do not use the thermometer