Sleeping beauty nods her head
surrenders to the day's ease
her thirst quenched as dusty gold
ribbons wink in her direction
blue notes of the symphony soon play
she will waltz in cascaded thoughts
the hum of bees and gently breeze will
sway her dreams
her yearnings a rite of passage
her fragile petals open
her charms make one swoon
as her posture bows and breaks
she will droop and fade
her legacy leaves lingering
memories entrenched in her
beguiling perfume
her family remains to
finish the dance
Winter's embrace will gather
at first frost
her hips are now ripe and soft
like tiny ruby jewels plucked
n' steeped to make new memories
warm with extra spice~
I did a prompt over at the Garden today! The exercise is to write a poem about your inner and outer world. Gather and collect words to reflect both worlds and create a poem. If you have a chance stop by~
Comments
K
"Winter's embrace will gather
at first frost her hips" ... I liked reading this as if winter is gathering her hips, rather than connecting "hips" with the next bit about being ripe and soft.
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Laurie-I enjoyed yours, but it made me sad~
Karen-Thank you! I know I wanted tea after I wrote it :D
Rosemarymint-I had it the other way and changed it! Thanks for noticing~
Kay-Thank you! You must be so excited about your kitchen :D
Mary-Thank you Mary! I did want it to be that way~ I'm happy you noticed :D
Sherry-You are funny! I'm drooping a bit after today~lol
Thank you~
Stephen-Mine, too ;D At least that one is gorgeous!
Yvonne.
Your prose is so filled with lovely images Ella.
she will droop and fade
her legacy leaves lingering
memories entrenched in her
Nice to meet you, and thanks for stopping by my blog! : )
Elizabeth
A to Z co-host