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My alphabets are jewelled figurines
Like stars dripping shimmering confetti on a magnolia vignette 

I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories 
syllables of Monet flame a potpourri of poesies 
the galaxy crochets a borealis in my solstice day serenading my rosette fire 
the kaleidoscopic eloquence of my syllables dance into a mantle of chrome waltzing a phonographic euphoria 

my quill etch’s  a musky interlude radiating scarlet tears on an amaryllis parchment.

heart stopping moment;
the many times my heart skipped a beat
at the thought of you 
nevertheless, I am alive in the silence 

#loss #death 

He thought IQ was to get in line .. 

somewhere between 
my childhood and the 
woman I have become 
I bid her farewell 
I only have the gift
of memories 
I mourn 
the goodbyes of life 

Amita is Latin for aunt 

As the sun gets brighter 
My snowman gets lighter 

Sitting in solitude
She feels his words rise on her breath
Like an angel he sparks her soul
Lighting her wings
Letting her fly
Hé graces her ink
Making it distinct
He is her symphony that serenades silence in time's
frame.
She feels his touch
Golden , fragrant
His knowledge eternal
His wisdom in her heartbeat radiant
His breath wraps a tune in her head
She forgets her pain
Because there is laughter
shared..

Turquoise sky droops into endless vista as
Ambrosial blooms charm in the cowslip
Bees, birds, butterflies trail scented fuchsia
An indulgent zephyr tumbles sheep grazing 
Rolling meadows filled with amber gorse
Aurum sunbeams reflect wind song on feathery course
Hummingbirds feast on woodbine honeysuckle 
As demesnes of spring unfold to bedazzle. 

sea gulls preening 
a balancing act 
red booted, pink fluted