Iris,
Fan your petals for the bees.
Let them increase your family.
Spread your rainbow across the land
Become Joseph's coat that was so grand.
let your aroma become a healing hand
A scent of heaven from God's plan.
Your moisture, a healing balm for
the soul when hearts lose control.
And if and when you die
soft and gentle
neath blue sky.
You will be carried to
a special room to
age your beauty to perfume.
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Rustynite
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A contest entry
- iris by stasis.
1500 points, ended September 8, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is realy good
i like this so much
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this is good best of luck the contest
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Smiling after reading this poem as you paint in colours of pure gold this beauty has a name and flower head the same. Your words bring joy on an almost spring day created without knowing the season has yet to begin and hen spring is in the air nature has not learnt to read the date....beauty flows as you hold it within your lines. Great take on the prompt...Good luck in the contest a pleasure to read. Thank you
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Anoter Great One!!!!!
This was beautiful, kind of sad but then a part of life I guess...I know you are talking about the Iris but this could be a metaphor for us and our cycle of life like the flower.Love how you compare the Iris to Joseph's coat of colors ....nice imagery there!!! Thanks for sharing again and keep up the great writing!!!~~Toni~~
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