A tear was wept purity since the start
gentle white bell shape delicate design
spring brings restoration to anxious hearts
perpetual light your spirit does shine
in the shadow of the earthly valley
musical notes soar , chimes of the divine
singing carefree spirits yearn to dally
caught momentarily , searching for signs
guiding new pathways sweet heavenly scent
radiating assurance , blooms of hope
seeking renewed peace and feeling content
life an ever changing kaleidoscope
remembering great dream grow from small seeds
nurturing love , fulfilling human needs
gentle white bell shape delicate design
spring brings restoration to anxious hearts
perpetual light your spirit does shine
in the shadow of the earthly valley
musical notes soar , chimes of the divine
singing carefree spirits yearn to dally
caught momentarily , searching for signs
guiding new pathways sweet heavenly scent
radiating assurance , blooms of hope
seeking renewed peace and feeling content
life an ever changing kaleidoscope
remembering great dream grow from small seeds
nurturing love , fulfilling human needs
posted for Poets United - A sonnet
Author's note: In Memory of my Grandmother
pic one of my own..
wonderful, I will pick a few Lilies of the valley for my breakfast table. :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Thank you they are a lovely flower..
DeleteBeautiful, Truedessa. Dreams do indeed grow from small seeds...and in time they will grow into great things!
ReplyDeleteHi Mary,
DeleteDreams can grow when nurtured..Hope you are enjoying your weekend.
With a little tlc and a ton of work, dreams do grow and become something wonderful at ones show. Just need to adhere to the signs and letting hope linger
ReplyDeleteDreams do take work that is true
Deletebut, with care they can come into view
What a beautiful blissful write!
ReplyDeleteThank you :-)
DeleteI can smell the wonderful perfume from blooming lily of the valley .. And indeed just like hope they grow from seed.
ReplyDeleteBjorn - they do have a sweet scent..
DeleteI enjoyed the serenity of your poem, Truedessa. I like the idea that a small seed will eventually grow into a big dream.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gabriella..we all desire our dreams to take root and grow..
Deletegreat dreams do grow from small seeds....smiles...
ReplyDeleteand loving all the flower smells...what beauty can come from such small a seed as well...nice pic...
Some of the best dreams came from a very small seed planted.
DeleteBrian, Thanks for the comment about the pic I took this a few days ago as they are in bloom around here.
Deletea beautiful sonnet...the last line of the couplet is deeply appealing....
ReplyDeleteThank you ...
DeleteLyrically gentle and true - thank you for this... With Best Wishes Scott
ReplyDeleteScott,
DeleteThank you for visiting and leaving a thoughtful comment ;)
This is lovely, a wonderful tribute to a grandmother, that made me think of my own.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry,
DeleteThank you, today was her birthday.
so much can grow from a tiny seed if we shower it with love... what a beautiful tribute to your gramma...
ReplyDeleteI like that thought 'shower it with love"
DeleteI specially like the last couplet as it is very meaningful ~
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely tribute to your grandmother ~
Thank you Grace..
DeleteA wonderful tribute beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI miss these lilies. I took none when I moved. They would do well around my rock/water garden.
Thank you Gail..they are a lovely flower so delicate with their bell shapes.
DeleteThis is such a lovely tribute to your grandma-- I wish I could write such beautiful words!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kindness..
DeleteThis poem is as lovely as its subject. I imagine these were your grandmother's favorites? How sweetly you write about them.
ReplyDeleteMyrna whenever I see these flowers I think of my grandmother they would grow every spring on the side of her house. I was always drawn to them perhaps, it was the little bells. She once told me
Deletethey had a protective spirit.
This is an amazing and beautiful tribute to your grandmother. If we cultivate the seeds of our dreams, they will flourish and grow. If we "water" them with hope, we will reap the harvest.
ReplyDeleteHi Keith,
DeleteThank you my grandmother is weighing heavy on my heart. I miss her...
this is so heartfelt and touching...you truly have a way of touching one's heart with language!
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Stacy,
DeleteThank you so much for your kind comment. I do appreciate it..
I told a colleague the other day I find it a bit strange that I never cry. I wonder what that means....
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