Silent Music.
The tune of water pouring in porcelain
feeds ready stalks
while dead leaves cut and discarded
relieve crowded stems to
settle sweetpeas and lilies for regaling
by scent any tense mood.
An armful of garden's floral offerings
petal themselves
gently into fresh water and
within a few moments of watching
rose-stillness stress improves.
Flora the mystical Goddess refines
nature's singing
so that flowers' silent music
may be felt by listening poets like
me who perception pursue.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
Another fine write Fay.
A beautiful write, Fay! Sweetpeas and lilies sound delightful!
That silent mood of flowers can awe inspiring, like this poem.
I can hear and smell the odoratum Fay - lovely subject, lovely poem.
I love flowers FAY and your sweet Poem reminds us that although at their most beautiful in bed ! They retain their beauty ~ and fragrance ~ if lovingly cut to grace indoors ! You are a graceful Gardenia in my imagination ~ Yours as ever BRIAN. Love the subtlety of your visual ~ awesome B.
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