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Saturday, September 14, 2013

My Violet


My Violet


There she goes a fake feather boa wrapped around her head
Vivacious, vibrant, a vision in a single sumptuous hip check

Startling
Slather of fresh whipped creamery butter gliding barefoot
There she goes,  nothing manipulative about this little chicklet
Short and sassy lisping “Love you Daddy” in her Princess PJ’s
And I sit here, suddenly inarticulately, just this side of vacuous
Master of Nothing, soaking in this sumptuous four-year-old

Vision

Fresh from her bath – a fake feather boa on her head
Tip-toe dancing into forever, pulsing in, and with, and through
And magically, mystically, incomprehensibly, of my very blood
My Violet 

Stamped in forever, with a fake feather boa on her head















50 comments:

  1. With a boa on her head, she's no shrinking violet. Somebody had to say it, right? LoL Nicely penned Pearl.

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  2. When you are left in awe it's overwhelming..i love the sense of standing back and really seeing Violet..

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    1. Awwwww Jae - I am so delighted that you checked back and that I found your comment ... so very generous and I am beyond appreciative. Thank you again and again :)

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    1. Aww thanks Rosemary :) Wishing you sweet visions at this time of the year :)

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    2. Your poem reminds me of my adult daughter when she was four. Enjoyed reading your poem, Pearl.

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  4. Oh, I remember my adult daughter at age 4. She loved dress-up. Great and fun write, Pearl.

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    1. Thank you Sabra - here are both of your comments... Much appreciated... This lil Violet is simply a figment - How delightful to have such lovely memories of your own real daughter :)

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  5. Well, I posted a comment before, but it is gone, gone, gone. You brought back memories of my adult daughter at 4 years of age. She loved dress-up. Lovely little wordle, Pearl.

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  6. That fake feather boa ties everything together...even, I suspect, her life.

    Night Class in German

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  7. Love it! Your words painted a complet e picture!

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    1. Aw Marian .. As with Talon I must say that I melt when someone loves something that I have put into words ... in this case little Violet who appeared to me just this morning - fake feather boa and all :) Thank you so very much for stopping by and commenting so delightfully :)

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  8. Oh, this took me on a trip down memory lane. I loved it!

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    1. Aw Talon - I just melt when someone loves something that I have seen and tried to put into words. Thank yhou so very very much - I am delighted that you enjoyed Violet as much as I did when she appeared to me :)

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    1. Oh thank you for stopping and commenting Daphne ... delighted that you enjoyed the picture of Violet :)

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  10. You may have made her up, but in this poem she LIVES. I could see her clearly, hear her voice, and I shared your inarticulateness at her sheer perfection. Four year old girls are so utterly enchanting. My life is full of boys. I may have to go RENT a girl, smiles.

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    1. Yes, Sherry Violet does live - she came to me on a rather melancholic morning with a smile and a dance a fake feather boa -as I've written before who knows where these poems come from - I only enjoy - as far as that little four-year-old she may very well be a vestige of the four-year-old that still lives within all of us who were once ... well four. Thank you so very much for stopping and for sharing your meeting of Violet soon after I met her myself. I am delighted that you smiled as well :)

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  11. Beautiful, as only daughters can be. I was dancing along with her.

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    1. Aw Cheryl - I love the idea of you dancing along - Violet came to me as an imaginary little girl or a vestige of the little girl that still lives in all of us who once were... Thank you so very much for stopping, for dancing, for commenting :)

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  12. The golden age of four! This poem sings!

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    1. Yes, there is something wonderful about the age of four. Thank you so much for your more than generous comment - delighted that you enjoyed and stopped to let me know :)

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  13. As you see your children develop you not only forgive them but admire their cute audacity. The calming time comes later.

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    1. Ah yes as well I know.... Little Violet lives forever, twirls forever and drapes her fake feather boa whenever - she is a figment and came to me to give me a smile which I welcome and am delighted that you enjoyed along with me :)

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  14. Pearl, this is absolutely beautiful! I know exactly what you are talking about, as I have a granddaughter who is soon to be six; and I know that age of four is so wonderful; and I can just see your little one with her feather boa. (My granddaughter still floats around with scarves draped and adorned with her 'jewels' feeling like a princess, which indeed she is.) Don't you wish she could your little one could remain that age for a long, long time? I wish that EVERY year my granddaughter reaches. Again, a truly beautiful heart-felt poem.

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  15. P.S. I read this again and perhaps this is about a daughter rather than a granddaughter. But the sentiment would be the same!

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    1. Dear Dear Mary ... this little Violet is a total figment of my imagination and so she can and does live on just so .... forever.... Thank you so much for stopping and READING TWICE and commenting... Little Violet just appeared this morning and I do love her :)

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  16. Four year olds live in their own delightful worlds. We can only know ourselves to be blessed when invited into those realms. Really like this Pearl, reminds me of each one of my three daughters when they were four.

    Elizabeth

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    1. Oh yes Elizabeth - thank you for stopping and although Violet is a figment - the novel on which I am working involves a four-year-old-little girl ... of course I was a four-year-old- little girl ... mhmmm perhaps that part of myself still is dancing somewhere below the melancholy and rises every once in a while to twirl :)

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  17. A tender vignette of youth unbridled, Pearl. I love this piece's heart and compassion. I am humbled!

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    1. Oh my what a generous comment! Indeed :) Now it is my turn to be greatly humbled .. Little Violet just came to me on a rather melancholy Sunday morning when I myself needed some cheering up... I love the image of a lil one with a feather boa on her head - gave myself a smile and delighted that you enjoyed her as well :) Actually you've moved me to tears!

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  18. A lovely portrait of a little girl! The words just seem to flow.

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    1. Oh thank you so very much gabriella - I so appreciate your stopping by and commenting :)

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    1. We all do, but we can preserve or in this case imagine delight such as Violet who makes me smile :)

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    1. As are you and your writing dear Annell :) Thank you

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  21. Did my comment take? I just love the capture of youth and life..maybe just as fun to watch as to be young..

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    1. Hi Jae Rose - I'll look for your earlier comment - Thank you so very much for stopping and comment on Violet :)

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  22. Oh, what a fantastic rhythm this has, Pearl. I can see her so vividly. :)

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    1. Ah De - mhmm my reply to you vanished .... So here goes once again.... So De-lighted that you could see little Violet - Thank you for stopping by!:)

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  23. I don't know where to start, Pearl. It is so vivacious, rhythmic, gorgeous, stunning and breath-taking.... among other things.

    This is so beautiful.

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    1. Awww thank you Mariya - so delighted you enjoyed - thank you for a very generous comment! Wow!

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  24. Pearl, this is lovely. This poem's vivid images slide one into another much as shuffleboard pucks snuggle up to each other on the court. Both name and color cast a spell over the words, giving them a hue all their own. Well done, my friend.

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    1. Awwww Claudsy - thank you so very much - your comment is a poem in itself! :) Hope all is well with you and yours.

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  25. Very sweet - and I love the rhythm! :-)

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    1. Thanks so very much for stopping Hat - I so very much appreciate your lovely comment :)

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