Reveries
grounded in clouds
swayed by zephyr’s whims
she is a lily bulb in the dust
redolent of fated blooms-
her longings a master
to the morning sun
in the vineyards
of En Gedi.
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Beautifully done! Love the painting!
dwight
Thank you, Dwight. ☺️
Somehow I have missed connecting with you and your blog!
Lovely
Speechless. Another exquisite piece from an incredible woman and physician. 🌼💚
Thank you so much, Nancy! 😊
My pleasure. Always! 🙂 🌹
Beautiful Poem
Thank you kindly. 😊
Phoebe, this was absolutely beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
You are kind, thank you! 😊
Beautiful indeed!
Thank you! 😊
Lovely.
Thank you.
Beautiful! 🙂
Thank you! 😊
It’s always a pleasure, Phoebe! 🙂
wow…I am in awe…beautiful.
Thank you kindly. 😊
Sweet!
😊 😊
You are a master of words!
You are too kind! 😊
Wow Phoebe. Brilliant!
Thank you so much! 😊
Wow, great piece..
Thank you, Anthony. 😊
Love it…..and love the “shape” of the poem……like a lily bulb…………
Hugs, Pam
Hugs! 😊 😊
One word WOW”
Thank you! 😊