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Secretly bending glimpses, When pine and survey align In tortuous accord – Reflections of you, Are not enough Drew Barrie; To insulate my heart From the cleft between us. Perennials, the color of Periwinkle, The smell of rain And crayons Return you to me, Lend presence, vestiges, Invoke The gift of you, Fortify my resolve To one day reunite. Numbness and ache, Lavish tears set Against the Unimpeachable light, Held in the glint in your eyes Unequivocally green, Each blink evokes allure, Found in A blushing smile - Little one, I observe in quiet Adoration, amid Our segregation, Ardor undiminished, Prayers give permanence Uttered in a pause Each Breath drawn; Ephemeral visions, alive, Ballads and rhyme Memories aflame, occupy A sacred canopy, Internal; profoundly Savored Never to erase. Searching for treasure, Collecting prized sand And stone, Your pockets, heavy With plunder. Somber tones fill Gaps in our history, Find new contrast, Certain hues Oscillating shades of gray Stirring cues Dearth of winter blue. Trees bare, secluded, Known in the bones, This crisp boreal air — February. Moisture absent, Like a father's words Laconic; Your irreducible gaze, In the Opaque imagination. Oddly arid season, Aloof precipitation, The will of the wind Indefatigable, Sonnets of euphony, leave me Undone, Permit me to grieve, Another year - gone. Nervous Squirrels, sedentary And quiet, As if to mourn with me, I miss my daughter. The spring equinox, Poised pavilion blended Unfolds in bloom, Elucidating The approaching day Of your birth. Stunning you were, Your prominent Entry into creation, Tiny noises, Nestled and snug. Reach My effusive heart. You are here, Equipped with an Absorbing mind Wrapped, Perfectly Designed, in a petite Fashioned frame. Emotions, elastic - Diffuse and Compress, In distance friction Attenuates, Time and eternity Extend to the periphery, Agony Absorbed into Zoe. Grace and peace wash Ashore, rinsing Poetry pure; Cleansing, with surprise And vigor Recall the loftiest Of tokens. I too Encountered An esteemed rock, Smooth and orbed, Summoning Long thoughts, My citadel made Of three, Uniquely ensconced Inside - Priceless gems, Sustain me. Enclaves of privilege Gratified each vacant Mirror, Until notes and Words gather to form Your story, Emergent, The world shifts, Altered anew. Resurrection, Simile to Our reconciliation Visceral and singular, Exuberant teardrops Flood, fall deeply Approximating mercy, Severe, sudden as The April freshet. In the lavender garden. ©2012 & 2016 W.S. Warner
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
In the Lavender Garden
Secretly bending glimpses, When pine and survey align In tortuous accord – Reflections of you, Are not enough Drew Barrie; To insulate my heart From the cleft between us. Perennials, the color of Periwinkle, The smell of rain And crayons Return you to me, Lend presence, vestiges, Invoke The gift of you, Fortify my resolve To one day reunite. Numbness and ache, Lavish tears set Against the Unimpeachable light, Held in the glint in your eyes Unequivocally green, Each blink evokes allure, Found in A blushing smile - Little one, I observe in quiet Adoration, amid Our segregation, Ardor undiminished, Prayers give permanence Uttered in a pause Each Breath drawn; Ephemeral visions, alive, Ballads and rhyme Memories aflame, occupy A sacred canopy, Internal; profoundly Savored Never to erase. Searching for treasure, Collecting prized sand And stone, Your pockets, heavy With plunder. Somber tones fill Gaps in our history, Find new contrast, Certain hues Oscillating shades of gray Stirring cues Dearth of winter blue. Trees bare, secluded, Known in the bones, This crisp boreal air — February. Moisture absent, Like a father's words Laconic; Your irreducible gaze, In the Opaque imagination. Oddly arid season, Aloof precipitation, The will of the wind Indefatigable, Sonnets of euphony, leave me Undone, Permit me to grieve, Another year - gone. Nervous Squirrels, sedentary And quiet, As if to mourn with me, I miss my daughter. The spring equinox, Poised pavilion blended Unfolds in bloom, Elucidating The approaching day Of your birth. Stunning you were, Your prominent Entry into creation, Tiny noises, Nestled and snug. Reach My effusive heart. You are here, Equipped with an Absorbing mind Wrapped, Perfectly Designed, in a petite Fashioned frame. Emotions, elastic - Diffuse and Compress, In distance friction Attenuates, Time and eternity Extend to the periphery, Agony Absorbed into Zoe. Grace and peace wash Ashore, rinsing Poetry pure; Cleansing, with surprise And vigor Recall the loftiest Of tokens. I too Encountered An esteemed rock, Smooth and orbed, Summoning Long thoughts, My citadel made Of three, Uniquely ensconced Inside - Priceless gems, Sustain me. Enclaves of privilege Gratified each vacant Mirror, Until notes and Words gather to form Your story, Emergent, The world shifts, Altered anew. Resurrection, Simile to Our reconciliation Visceral and singular, Exuberant teardrops Flood, fall deeply Approximating mercy, Severe, sudden as The April freshet. In the lavender garden. ©2012 & 2016 W.S. Warner
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
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