Blowing Flowers
Peace
The restless nature of peace is a huge ocean tossing and turning and then almost quiet… trying to lay itself down to sleep. Between the soft awakening of the morning and throughout her traveled day lay wait so many tenacious miracles. It seems even the slightest movements are enough to wake them, as are the people who prescribe their meanings to us. Go forth little stars as the night falls and add your faith. For those who sleep have need of it. The benevolence of knowing is a dream the morning air shares with her night. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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A Fleur Being, Notes by a Painter
the wind brought paint. the sky her water. a paintbrush on hand. the flowers from under, all the trees in full delight. rustling their leaves. in movements so bright. then forward she ventures. along with her muse. her footsteps are patterns. of which she does choose. to dance this young painter. in water awash. she becomes a fleur being. a flower to touch. her muse is in wonder. from this moment he sees. a beautiful flowering portrait to seize. ahhh, is his voice and soft in his manner. her paintbrush now his, they dance with together. under mounds of deep leaves. the light awaits time. the leaves as a blanket. and sunshine as rhyme. Copyright S. Kamber
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Blowing Flowers
solitude is a river of flowers. wet inside me. the dewdrops playing songs on them. each morning while I dress. their petals rub against each other. the music of solitude surrounds me. I am always thirsty for more. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
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