touch of blue (another go at this)
By Di_Hard
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cool scent, a sweet quicksilver
pools on the woods' palm
between skeletal flames
of beech trees, lithe in bud
a doorway into Heaven, this
is the colour of love without strings
eternal as Spring sky above, yet warm
as a parent's hug, bluebells
wreathing ethereal, shimmer beyond
sight's compass, a sublime lushness
shining in luminous indigo, rise
from fallen leaves of ordinary days
to release a memory of unknown bliss
as though life were transluscent, lit
with joy from before and after
then pass, seeming impossible
but they will come again
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Lovely lines, beautiful
Lovely lines, beautiful imagery. Such a peaceful, hopeful poem.
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you depict the passing,
you depict the passing, transient, but so beautiful wave of bluebells well. Do your skeletal flames of beech trees still bear their ginger autumn leaves, or does it refer to their bare straight shape? Their narrow pointed buds and smooth trunks do make them seem lithe! Rhiannon
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Hello Di, you know I remember
Hello Di, you know I remember back in the early winter you saying that inspiration just wouldn't come, I said to you, I'm sure once spring arrives the words would come again.
Now here you are writing such wonderful poetry that shines for us to read. I love how you encourage the promise of bluebells returning, even though this years are now frail. Funnily enough I saw a small bunch of about ten growing up against a neighbours wall which I thought was very unusual. Nature always has its way in the end.
Thank you for sharing this gem.
Jenny.
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Through the desolation of
Through the desolation of winter bursts the color of spring. I love the changing scene in your poem from barren birch tree to bluebells heralding new beginnings. Hope lives in our ability to start anew, just like all of nature. Well said here.
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