by Ginette T Belle
Vibrant sprays of colour
Frolic in lush emerald fields
Cut fresh to die gracefully
In a crystal water bowl
To adorn summer garden parties
And frosted white weddings
To idealize modern romance
And the ginger wood kitchen table
Forever an ambrosial wonder
Fallen from the heavens above
Author's Note: A artist friend of mine needed a poem about flowers to incorporate into a painting she's doing for her mother...
Posted on 08/24/2004
Copyright © 2019 Ginette T Belle
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/24/04 at 08:32 PM|
pretty! i want. and i want see painting! are you going to post it somewhere?
|Posted by Lori Johnson on 08/25/04 at 06:26 PM|
Odd, I had an image in my mind of your descriptive poem before I ever read the authors note. To me, that means you've succeeded in giving your friend what she asked for. :)
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/27/04 at 08:26 PM|
Mmm.. makes me want to go cut some flowers from my garden :) Lovely poem!
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/03/04 at 04:31 AM|
I like this. It seems in this piece that most of the human actions are colorless or monochromatic, while nature or when humans try to get nature, are colorful. Great read.
|Posted by Brett Shane on 09/12/04 at 09:17 AM|
amazing.. i can "see" this... wonderful read :)
|Posted by John Ilotan on 09/12/04 at 09:07 PM|
Pretty as a picture,Ginette, you're Van Gough with a pen. Congrats on P.O.D.