Lord, your colors speak to me
in a language, I almost know.
If angels sang my lullaby's,
when curled inside the womb;
then memory would follow birth
seeding life, with Eden's tune.
Gardens wild, and cultivated
sing dulcet-soulful cadence.
Spring's deep-eyed bulbs,
lively lift through forest loam.
In golden sunshine
nodding vivid-candy heads,
to gentle zephered rhythm.
Cocoons that overwintered,
transition to fey butterflies.
Unfolding, drying their
stained-glass-brilliant wings,
they catch my breath in awe.
In the whisper of wonder--
is a prayer of thankfulness,
for the art of God.
Author notes
A contest entry for: Enough of the Deadly Sins Already, by Violet Moodswing
Prompt: Peace
Photo credit: My own, taken in my garden
A contest entry
- color... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended February 13, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Enough of the Deadly Sins Already. by Violet Moodswing.
900 points, ended April 26, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
whatever you feel is right
Comments
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Sometimes we forget who is the Real creator until we see or hear something truely beautiful, something that touches our heart.
The world needs this now,
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Thank you ronnica, I am filled with wonder that you would leave such a beautiful comment. You are more than kind.
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now this truly brightened my day as well as heightened my view of you as a poetess. you assigned the topic the grandeur that it so richly deserved. the art of God is such an appropiate title and that shows where your heart is. this speaks volumes of your talent as well as you as a person. i am awed.
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Awww darlin', thanks, I've always found my most spiritual experiences happen naturally in nature. It's like my church, so close to the creators hand I feel as if I am literally resting in His arms, one of his flowers.
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You have taken what might have been a prosaic or trite topic and infused it with life and brilliant imagery. It shows that any theme can be magical if the author seeks new means of expression. Congratulations on your gold trophy. Peace, Liz
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What a lovely comment to make, thank you for encouraging me so much!
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This was so beautiful! It sure makes me yearn for the loveliness of Spring! I would point out lines that are especially inspiring, but then I would just paste the whole thing here.
Beautiful picture.
KW~
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Your language is clear, lyrical and as graceful as the images you portray. From the womb to the cocoon, you dance with the natural wonders and wonder at the nature of all of God's gifts.
A magnificent paean to life, it birth and its beauty.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Peace and love to you, thank you for reading and leaving such a wonderful comment.
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The beauty of nature and gardens and glorious color inspire me, too. Love what you did with your prompt. Well deserved Gold.
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Thank you sweet one, you are very kind to leave this comment.
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Congratulations on the Gold. I loved your poem as you write about nature and gardens....so lovely!
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment and for dropping in to read it!!!
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Oh my, a fairly late entrant in the contest...I am so glad I just read it, and was enthralled by your words, of glorious credit to our creator God, for being the great artist in His way of creating so many varied butterflies...
write that I am bookmarking for inspiration and beauty! 
....Oh, Yes...Congratulations on the Gold!
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I am humbly honored by your amazing comment, and so glad that you find this inspirational. Thank you!!!
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The journey you began in the poetic words is amazing and very imaginatively handled as well..love the scenario..well done..
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Thank you so much for your kind comment and for the Gold!!!
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Truly beautiful! As I read this poem my mind searches for a tune to put it to. This poem reads like a beautiful hymn. A wonderful statement of faith and a joy to read!
Love,
Amera♥
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Amera, what a lovely thing to say about my poem...Thank you dearest soul!
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Love "If angels sang my lullaby's, when curled inside the womb~that memory would follow birth seeding life, with Eden's tune." You paint such a picture of fragility and beauty. Which is a butterfly isn't it! Felt like I was in your garden gazing at the view in your picture. Wonderful!
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Sunior, you're the best!!! I hope you know how you encourage me with your wonderful comments. Thank you.
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