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Sunday, February 28, 2016

Re-group




Re-group

This is  the mystic magic of some mothers and some memories and the power of hibiscus blossoms

I recall the hibiscus blossom -
scarlet as you run to me through
the mist of years -there might as
well be the clear crystal chime 
of a bell when you jump into
my open arms and touch me 
with a scarlet blossom baby kiss - 
I feel the velvet of your cheek 
the reaching of dimpled hands 
for me - in that time of new bloom 
- no threat thrums for any in
this hibiscus- blossom world - 
From time to time  I cross to
this dream that is not a dream 
and once again stand in the 
vaccuumed space of time -
sunshined joy spilling...
enough 
to last
a life

17 comments:

  1. I feel the velvet of your cheek
    the reaching of dimpled hands
    for me - in that time of new bloom

    Lovely & tender image..!!

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  2. What lovely thoughts. We all need a dose of that sunshine joy to last us a lifetime. (I love the pic.)

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  3. So very precious those moments... I can clearly see how they last a lifetime...

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  4. This is beautiful. I can relate to the joy of hugging one's child and blossoming like hibiscus.

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  5. "the mist of years" and "sunshined joy spilling"---how beautifully and poignantly you have captured the magic of maternal love :-)

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  6. How we yearn for those times when we marveled as how clever we were to create those beautiful children of ours, We ourselves were young and the future stretched out in front of us and life was for living. This took me back so many years and the joy of those times.

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  7. ah the hibiscus brings moments of wonderment and life..

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  8. I love, "the mist of years." Lovely poem, Pearl.

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  9. Great work of simile and very charming sentiment.

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  10. I love the magic - and also the marvel of reality - we can time travel..we can look back..treasure..hold..and still move forward..a beautiful poem and i could smell those hibiscus leaves driving us away to our dreams..

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  11. Nice, sensuous, visual, emotive and universally themed piece.
    Randy

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  12. Nice, sensuous, visual, emotive and universally themed piece.
    Randy

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  13. How wonderful to have such moments to cherish. Thank you for putting it in my head.

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  14. This is precious. Evocative, and so beautiful. Truly.

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  15. I could smell the Blossom and feel the scene

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