Dolores the Daffodil

“…just be mellow…”

Dolores,

such a patient Daffodil,

sat in waiting

deep upon a hill.

As Winter chills

slowly eased,

there she was, well….

quite mildly pleased

in knowing to

just be mellow

she’d soon burst into

bright sun yellow.

Waving bye-bye

to frostier days,

she would herald

coming warmer days.

Her lessons she gives

to one and to all

Is:

always get back up

after you fall;

Even on the coldest, darkest day

light will always in all ways

find a way

to reappear before our eyes

bringing us out of demise;

If, in the right circumstance,

we’ll find the right music and get up and dance;

To let us know

our love will grow;

despite the layers of manure,

we can always, always endure;

with patience

and a dose of love

we’ll always find

a reason to rise above.

On the Verge of Bloom

“…you are a bouquet of various color…”

Sometimes we are on the verge of blossoming into a thousand flowers.

But we don’t waver in our discomfort of being seeds.

We are waiting. We are thinking, ”Maybe tomorrow. I’m quite busy right now doing the same unsatisfying things I have been doing for years. Yep, pretty busy. The sun will not bring me out of my shell”

Or maybe we are afraid of what will happen if we open up. We are afraid to leave a bad situation because we’ve forgotten what a good one even looks like for us.

We’ve gotten so used to a life surrounded by unhappiness that we’ve convinced ourselves it’s normal. After all, everyone else’s life looks like this, too.

Somewhere along the way we stopped believing in our own strength and beauty potential. We think we’ve lost it, or maybe it was never really there. Perhaps we will never be beautiful.

And worst of all, we’ve let someone else define who we are for us. We’ve lost who we are so we’ll believe whatever anyone else tells us, even if it makes us smaller…angrier. So we stay inside our shell.

There are not enough voices telling us the Truth. There are not enough voices to get through the mist that has gathered around our belief in ourselves. There is not enough nurturing to thrive.

Right now, let me be that encouraging Voice.

Right now, let me tell you: You have turned inward. You have been silent when you should have spoken up. You have hidden your dreams, your light, and your power. You have become fearful of your potential not manifesting. These things are not true. These are things you have believed for far too long. They are not who you can be.

You are your Dreams.

You are your Light.

You are your Power.

You are a bouquet of various color.

You are a Miracle waiting to happen.

You are a Blessing waiting to be bestowed.

You are an example of Truth waiting to be spoken.

You are a thousand Blossoms waiting to explode into colour, fragrance, delight and joy.

Don’t let anyone hold you back.

Yes, you have been buried.

Like all good seeds destiny it’s time to burst forth.

It’s time to open to the world, to the Sun and to your self.

You are on the verge

Of something

Astounding

BLOOM

Gypsy Rose

There were sparkles a’plenty

There were high lights on shine and sequin with feathers fluffy plumed ready

There was play and romp and strutting air kisses

Sultry smooth hot and mixing with the curtain

A slurry of applause

Oh, and yes, yes, yes, yes hoots and whistles

Rising up at the the watering hole stages set velvety

Rocking the house rolling into the night

Ladies getting caught in a situation

Between a velvet chair and a hard place

Landing softly

Feathers

Fine lace

Fans now

Fanatics

Bosoms and hot bottomed girls

Everywhere

My, my, my…..girls, girls, girls

The air steamy with hot kiss jam

From strawberry lips luscious sweet

Another round

please-oh-please ladies

Coquettes in a vamp

With cherry blossoms popped and blooming

Causing quite a stir

Down here in the tender loin

the feminine wiles wild and free

Shake loose peaches from limber felled trees

Interpreting a delectable art in the ways of a woman’s form,

a beautiful form,

a beautiful form indeed.