Scent

May 31, 2018June 1, 2018

Purveyor of Dreams

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Digitally Created as Art

Dream Purveyor

I am not a purveyor of dreams
for sleepless nights are undressed
and shorn of innocence
peppered weary of thoughts
like thorns

not even scented with night orchids
nor born of water lilies nocturne
viewed less in colored
prisms dim

for I do not fly weightless
high above the earth
casting giant shadows
beneath the light of the moon
revealing me integral
in the realm
of hope
of desire

I cannot be the purveyor of dreams
for life’s knowing opens
only to one garnering dreams
in nights deepest sleep
with orchids fragrant
and water lilies
a buoy for the ecstasy
of flight

Perhaps the purveyor of dreams
is illusive, a hidden vestige
of night’s firmament
for to purvey dreams
one must hold onto them
one must dream

May 11, 2018May 14, 2018

Not everyone celebrates all of the days, that our present day society has intimated to be profitable in the commercialized world, but most people celebrate mothers. Even those who haven’t any knowledge of a birth mother may still wish to pay homage to a woman who has been a strong influence in their life. My own mother has been gone now ten years but I always try to remember her every day apart from the day it is marked on the calendar. Hope everyone has a woman who has impacted their life such as their own mother or another. There are two photos here taken from Public Domain Images. One is of the ocean and the other of lilacs, two things in the world my mother liked best. I like to add my own touch to make it uniquely mine.

Crystals in Sand

Memories now clear to be revealed
like sparkling sand crystals
showing brilliant in the sun

as ocean tides bring them back
time and time again acting
as a giant hourglass
unblemished
untarnished
as life colors
blemish
to distort

i see only the essence of you
i smell only the balm of you
as the fragrance of roses
lilacs reaching
to touch
the sun

the baking of pies in the oven
buttermilk biscuits warm
the scent of meals cooked
with the spices of love
reaching to touch me
embraced with warmth
nourishing
my heart
my soul

birth is proliferation
whereas love
is a good measure
never tallied
only leavened
ever grown

February 3, 2017September 2, 2017

I Will Be The Scent of Flowers

When I am gone I will be
like a balm to heal
all disease of your body
wounds of your heart
will be calmed

I will be the water from
the run-off of snow
driven over waterfalls
into rivers & oceans below

I will be that silence
that cleanses your spirit
& be the peace of your soul

I will not be the arrows
in a quiver to pierce
unless with pure love
that helps you
soar

I will be the essence of love
& when you breathe in
the scents of flowers
it will be me

I will be the sweetness
of honeysuckle, lilacs, roses
& you will know I loved you

you will remember me always
each time the rain gives life
for I will be in each raindrop
I will be the warmth of sun
a blanket for the sky

I will be the sweet chocolate
you taste & hear as
you break into it with
its’ tempered snap

remember this is all I hope
for you now with a love
to embrace you forever

after I am gone I will BE

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

i-will-be

I took a prompt from Jamie Dedes’s site about what would you be if you were able to come back in another lifetime. As Jamie says, even if you do not believe in reincarnation, the idea of coming back as something else is intriguing. Please see her post at https://jamiededes.com/2017/02/01/one-lifetime-after-the-other-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-promp. This is dedicated to all of my adult children, each of which, have had many health issues during their adult lives.

February 15, 2013

Your Vanilla

Altered Google Image

shower cascades down as
steam rises it brings
a delicious moment
and i inhale the
fragrance of
vanilla

it carries me along
as the breeze does
a flight of fancy
eyes closed
i lean toward
a revery

i breathe in the scent
of candles of
fresh vanilla sent
to me of you
and your
memory

found in a distant past
to the smell of
baking in your
kitchen with
warm cookies
but alas

i realize you are gone
but you are here
and really never
far as i inhale
always your
vanilla

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/the-craft-of-poetry/

January 6, 2012

Scent of Citrus

Dreams pensive she is
lulled to sleep
smell of citrus touching
from inside out
real enough to taste
juice flowing

On a summer breeze she
walks among orange groves
heady from the scent

Warm air pulling her down
among green grasses
where soon eyes are
heavy with sleep

While in the real world of
pillows and quilts a
window opens to the
night air gently whispering
her name in response
to her calling

Her dreams follow releasing
her again breath heavy
with scent of citrus

December 20, 2011December 21, 2011

Heart Gifts

I have accepted the nomination for the award from Poets Rally Week #58 and link my site https://reneejustturtleflight.wordpress.com and nominate Mindsinger who participated as well for Week #59. http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com

Scent of pine hanging
fragrant in the air a
reminder in finding
gifts of the heart a
love to encompass all
who cross our paths
with spirits yearning
a New Year to start

October 30, 2011October 30, 2011

Flight of Fancy

Take flight with me
on a wonderful sea
where white caps
are edged with
filigree
where dreams take
repose on fingers
and toes
where your dream
shows you what’s
meant to be

Come away with me
on a flight of
fancy
where dreams are
found not
pillow bound
where blue skies
stay forever blue
where rainbows
touch earth
as a river flows

Take flight with me
in perfect harmony
where musical
notes are
like honey bees
filling the air
with the taste
of song
where the scent
of love
always belongs