Rebirth

Frothy bubbles

My soul
Barely breathing
My heart
Hardly beating …

A raucous jay flies
To the tiled roof
Bearing a crooked twig…

“Breathe the sweetness of the air,
Of mimosa flavor, of sunshine.

Breathe the familiar chatter of finches
And the rolling lament of doves.

Breathe the swaying palm fronds,
The unraveling clouds moving west,
And the oleanders’ new leaves.

Breathe the steady climb of the sun
Shedding sparkles on a distant sea
And big frothy bubbles on the horizon.

Breathe the profusion of luscious greens,
Of shady blues, of magic purple on the mountain”
He squawks through a rushed flap of wings…

Breathe,
Breathe it,
Breathe in life,

Feel it run and play on your skin,
Flow with and through your blood,

Fill your heart with clear blue sky…
Pour golden light into your soul…

And smile. Because
In this abundance,
You are a blessed child.

mimosa

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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19 Responses to Rebirth

  1. PapaBear says:

    Ah, Emm, ’tis a song that cries for music to be written to caress the words ! 🙂

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  3. themodernidiot says:

    SO YES!

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  4. Dear Emmy,

    This was a feast of sight, sound and scent. Lovely.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. Reblogged this on Cavalaire in English and commented:
    The poetry of Cavalaire, written as only Emmy can.

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  6. arjaybe says:

    This raven says, “More.”

    Like

  7. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Love it… Yes, when we remember nature we certainly are filled with abundance and are blessed. We seem to forget this so easily!

    Like

  8. ceayr says:

    I have said it all before, my dear Em.
    No one writes poetry like you do, encapsulating the magic of Nature as a metaphor for your own emotions.
    I am reluctant to analyse it too much, one does not dissect a rose to better observe it, but I am specially moved by the couplet beginning ‘Fill your heart…’
    This is another masterpiece.
    Calins, cherie

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    • emmylgant says:

      Aw shucks!
      It seems so natural to me this sort of movement from what’s inside to the outside and back inside again..Process? I dunno. Just glad you liked it.
      Calins.

      Like

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