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.
unbuttoned or undone 
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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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.
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Beautiful.
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Thanks John.
Sometimes I think I ‘channel’ Dr. Dolittle.
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Which reminds me, I have to go feed my Pushme-Pullyou 😉
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Love it… Yes, when we remember nature we certainly are filled with abundance and are blessed. We seem to forget this so easily!
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We forget to breathe often and think too much, but not necessarily wisely !
Thanks Suze
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This raven says, “More.”
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Ready for more lessons on the fly? 🙂
Yeah, I know…. lame.
pigtail humour, what can I say? 😉
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Reblogged this on Cavalaire in English and commented:
The poetry of Cavalaire, written as only Emmy can.
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Merci beaucoup!
Emmy is throwing her beret in the air!
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Dear Emmy,
This was a feast of sight, sound and scent. Lovely.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you my friend, I am glad you enjoyed the spread! 😉
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SO YES!
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I made you clap and grin! Sooooo Coool!
Thank you for the reblog 🙂
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Mais bien sur!
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Ah, Emm, ’tis a song that cries for music to be written to caress the words ! 🙂
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If you find the music, we can find a singer!
Thank you dear friend, I am glad it made you happy.
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