A flower of the midnight garden,
I am cocooned in dreams and lullabies.
My petals are words opening to the moon
(aching to be born) –
The solitude of night is home,
The silence is sweetness welling
anointing me with its perfume.
Here I am, a thought, a bud
waiting to be
beneath the vast expanse of galaxies.
I am mist that rises
when daybreak comes.
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Ah, it’s been a while.
Lovely to read you again!
HI, Gina. Thanks. I am also glad to be able to join this time:-) I don’t know how often I can be here though. Poems (and some extra time) are quite difficult to come by these days. 🙂
Welcome back!
Thanks, Nes. 😊
Nice line: “I am cocooned in dreams and lullabies.”
Thanks, Frank. 😊
Hi Imelda. Welcome back.
Neil Scheinin
Thanks, Neil.😊
Absolutely beautiful. I especially love these words:
“My petals are words opening to the moon
(aching to be born) –”
This is a poem…waiting to be born….words the petals…the thought…the bud….and out of the mist daybreak comes.
So very glad to see you back Imelda.
This is lovely!
Thanks. 🙂
Welcome!
Hi, Imelda! Nice to “see” you again. I enjoyed your poem, especially the comparison of silence being perfume, and the image of petal-words “opening to the moon / (aching to be born)”
Hi, Jenna. 🙂 Thank you for the kind and warm words. I did miss writing and blogging. Hopefully, I can sustain a more regular blogging sched. 🙂
Just the kind of yearning I’m feeling during the current quarantine.
Hi, Mr. Teemley. I hope that you and your loved ones are doing well. Take care. One day soon, we will all be enjoying the lovely outdoors again.
Nice poem. Keep grinding.
Thank you. 🙂