Winter Creme De Violette

Your kisses are sweet Vermouth 

and garnished with lime... 

I am your shy Violet sipping Brandy 

by a warm passionate fire... 

A painted Bunting attracted to your 

soft feathered Wing-span 

protecting my Virtue... 

A hummingbird lingers on the nightstand 

watching old silent movies on demand.  

I hold your feathered hand ...   

dreaming of Waterlillies blue until 

the morning Sun rises in colors of 

Lavender Blue and being with You... 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' A hummingbird lingers on the nightstand .. .. watching old silent movies on demand. ' Love the addition of how to feel your words.. a brief step left or right then.. returning to theme. Sweet and charming acknowledgement to yet more of your world, Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Em... I enjoyed your review of my world in
shades of colors and painted buntings with romantic
notions that become dreams... the morning arriving in soft shades of lavender blue. Roger loves to watch old movies on demand and I flutter like a hummingbird. Wishing you a Christmas season with
dreams of Monet's Waterlilies and romantic interludes. gently, Pat

[emmajoy]

My pleasure, Pat. Tis good to exchange as ever always.

[barleygirl]

If only we could remember to see the glory of nature within those we spend time with, we might be more reverent, as your poem sounds toward the object of this narrator's affection. Many times we misguided humans are focused on the human frailties of another. Reading your poem is the first time I thought about seeing the natural beauty of a person, the feathers, the fluttering, the fun . . . as a way to appreciate people by putting away our judgments, putting away our critical nature. This poem shows us how to fully & enthusiastically accept another by focusing on his/her beautiful natural qualities (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... lovely to hear your voice as you sing 🎶 in acapella chords of Nature’s Orchestra of Harps and Base Fiddles ... the overcast Sky with clouds of Snow White Pillows embroidered with silken threads of friendships and Poetry. Wishing you a December with silver bells 🔔 and sleigh bells that bring the Rapture of bright lights in colors of painted dreams that capture all you Wish for on Christmas Eve...
💕 love and laughter wrapped in Tinsel and kisses ... Amen 🛁🔮🎻🎭🎭🩰⛸⛄️dearly, Pat

[barleygirl]

You are in rare poetic form, this holiday season! We need that becuz so many are feeling jaded (like me) or down (like many others!)

[Sami Khalil]

Perfect descriptions, most excellent sights, sounds and colors. You bring us deeper into the experiences and sensations. Always a treat when reading your lovely and mesmerizing poems.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful use of words. Dear Pat, the words danced to perfect ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... so charming to read your endearing review... I had a premonition that you would find my words intoxicating and rather romantic. It is a pleasure to find a sequestered venue where we can still dance and romance with a mysterious Mask.. Be well and safe as we dance on a Primrose path of Chance and consequences. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat and you are welcome.

[Neville]

......... and who would not want to be that hummingbird guardian of yours, gazing down upon thee, through deep slumber till the shallows of dawn ................... x

[Patricia Wedel]

Whoa... I am ready for a fanciful snowfall where
the subtle call of a Whippoorwill will be the Christmas bells on a one-horse open sleigh...
with furry muffs and a Lovers lust. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Pat, this a collage painting of magnificent colors, warm feelings, a bit of romance and passion combined with our world fine feathered friends;
It flows like a dream, what more can I say, but just perfect! As always, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... it seems that dreams can soothe our
worries and give us a different view of situations that
come right out of the blue. I appreciate your warm feelings and will return your gracious review on the morrow when daylight lingers and feeling are restless.
tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You are just full of beautiful words, I really love all your metaphors and vivid images that catch my glance...keep writing my dear pat, you are extraordinary!
Xo B

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Betty... now that I am an Antique by years of a veneer that defies the sky of possibilities— I am honored to read your review. Was it Grandma Moses who began painting in her golden years. Sometimes I use a word or phrase and later I think... where did that come from. I believe poetry can be mysterious. Graciously, Pat

[Lorry]

Thanks Pat, I never knew you cared 🤗
Those eyes do work so wel in synch with your pen and always remind me of the old writing forums on MySpace that used to have photo challenges where all were welcome to right what they wish about the photo of the week.
I can't be the only one who misses MySpace for that, as well as its success at dealing with bots and trols.
I only mention this as your words always capture the essence and more from your images used and expand the story beyond the frame. Lime, Brandy, fire, feathers, waterlilies and lavender mentions fill the page with scents and a knowing comfort. only ever matched by the memory of my Gran and mum's home baking and the wondrous smell of my Granda"s pipe.
These are the mental happy places I go to when I need to relax and smile.
And even on its own, I love the colour splash of your photos that somehow drift and linger through your words.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... not quite three am in Virginia on the East Coast and I awoke and after fluttering around, I discovered your review. Your nostalgic words blended with memories of my Grandma Minnie and how she loved the Art of cooking food. Breakfast was a celebration of a new day with Bacon and eggs over easy with grits and home fried potatoes with bits of onions... homemade biscuits with gravy and hot coffee. An early start with a smile. Of course Lilacs in Vases perfumed the Air. Yes, those were the days, and Grandpa listening to Hank William songs, such as, "I'm walking the floor over you... can't sleep a Wink it is true", or "It wasn't God that makes honky tonk angels". And now it is all about Politics and frozen food... and a Virus that only the Devil can let loose.
However, we can pen poems and Splash Colors to Kingdom come. Thank you Lorry for your delicious review. I bid you adieu. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia]

Very beautiful and the hummingbird...yeah that was a brilliant line and they are my favorite of all Gods creatures. Just lovely

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Patricia... so special that we have the same name... we were blessed.
May your days be joyful and full of feathered friends and Sweet Chirps...
tenderly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

So very romantic and filled with rich imagery. Your love of birds comes through in this one too. You must be getting ready for Valentine's Day! :) Very good write, Pat. It is lyrical! Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... I am twitterpatted that my poetry could be Lyrical... 🎶 musical notes of passionate moments... when embers from a warm fire enhance the syncopation of desire. Wishing you the Joy of Thanksgiving. 💕 love and prayers. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat your poetic expression is a paint palette of wonder. I see you and Roger in your winter days. Beautiful birds, vibrant colours and water lilies. Even in winter there is something to be hopeful for and for us to count our blessings. I hold your feathered hand.... dreaming. We must hang on to our dreams. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris.. I was enchanted by your review... you inspired me a day or so ago and I waited for my muse to take me on that "primrose path". Love the "paint palette of wonder" ... Yes, Winter days are fast approaching and we have scented Candles and Pomegranates to begin the Dance. Roger seemed to like my poem. He is familiar with French and does edits my phrases. He doesn't mind having feathered hands and a hummer on the nightstand. He loves my wardrobe of Painted Bunting styles. He is the Eagle of my dreams where we 'nest" high on a Cliff beyond the perils on Earth. Blessings and good health for Thanksgiving and beyond. Love and prayers...
gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dreaming of being with you...yes, that is what we do these days...we dream, imagine,
think of what if's...because life is about distance now...
hands almost held, hugs almost felt,
love in isolation.
this is a beautiful poem...hopeful..
I used to have set of birds that were kits to paint...The Bunting was the first one I did.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... it seems you have always been Artistic with colors to enhance your world. Painted Buntings are fascinating and gorgeous... one of my favorite colorful feathered friends. Making a "Toast" to you as Thanksgiving is nigh. "May you be blessed with a Horn of Plenty flowing with delicious fruits and
Pecans for Pies and all the Cranberries that will crackle and Pop. tenderly, Pat