Garden (Photo credit: Shelley & Dave)

Her feet is stepping on the whitish fog

Underneath her, carpet of periwinkle graces the soil.



She is about to be lifted by this prodigious marvel.

Tulips and Forget-Me-Nots: hung-headed, astounds the damsel

Reaching her flimsy candle-like fingers

Stretches, prolongating her skin so alike to precious gems

She is in harmony with the meadow.



As colorful as the budding flowers, reflects by her eyes

Mosses of mountains, spotlighted by the sun.



She is flying, soaring on high, swiftly, she is free.



Free from the beauteous exquisite bowl of greens

Dainty couture, lavender, blue, sky-green, of pink dandelions and carnations



She is free: closes her eyes



Inhaled the sweetest breeze of strawberry fields, honeyed to taste

Exacerbates her breathing pattern


She never shiver, she is free. Freedom.



Her breath stops.







9th of May, 2012

Β©2012, J.B.T.

19 thoughts on “Meadow

      • ha ha. its alright, for some mysterious reasons people who know me through my words think that i am a very old person, and quite often a man.


        can you throw some light?

      • i don’t know, well for me, I think your words and wisdom are sensed by many as of a matured man, that’s what your thoughts reflects on me πŸ™‚ that, for me, is a positive perception.. what’s negative is me thinking you’re a man, and addressing you to wrong pronoun,shoot really! still can’t get over my foolishness πŸ™‚

      • i used to visit a spiritual site, the people there are amazing. they shifted to facebook and i stopped visiting.

        there a lady from russia was my friend for a long time, then she dropped the bombshell that she used to think that i am a woman. then we became fast friends for quite a spell of time.

        there is another friend of mine from that same blog, he used to think that i am an old woman πŸ™‚

      • because your words are! it made you look mature, but not in a negative way dear… at least everything is all clear now…

        now i’m inspired to write a poem for you yey!:)

      • well, that will be a unique honour for sure πŸ™‚

        a friend of mine painted a picture of me, i wish i was ten percent as beautiful as that but i just loved that pic.

    • Thank you Robyn, been so hard to twist the ending from vibrant words unto tragic ending..couldn’t find the simplest words to use, still glad you like it πŸ™‚

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