Reflections of a Woman

Spring has come; and she loves the solitude,
standing half-naked inside her bouquet.
Her breath is a blessing of gratitude
and she � a garden sculpture on display.

Passion paints red the petals of her crown
that glisten softly from the morning rain,
unfolding in waves come tumbling down
over fields of honey and ginger stain.

The suggestion of silk silently slips
into ripe ripples of virginal white,
hanging like dreams on the cusp of her hips
and bathed in shadows of the morning light.

She thinks of Lucy Maud Montgomery
and her sweet spring song of mystic healing.
The long stems of life are a mystery
but in their mystique are most appealing.

The flowers are a song of devotion
played on the heart in a garden of green,
reflections of a woman in motion
in faraway places, in time, unseen.

Reviews

[Cristal Bridges]

This is lovely. I love the comparing a woman to flowers in a garden. Aren't we all a different variety of beautiful petals? I also love that there is a picture of water flowing in this poem. Flowing and shimmering as it rolls through the valley. We women are all beautiful in our own ways and I love that! There is always something awesome in everyone! :)

Great poem. Great personification and I love the visuals. :)

[Orlando Murcia]

You write very beautifully
I have never really seen such
passion and beauty in writing since
I can't remember

Amazing write

Orlando M

[Pax Analog]

Haunting, shimmering, sublimely alliterative.

"The suggestion of silk silently slips
into ripe ripples of virginal white,
hanging like dreams on the cusp of her hips
and bathed in shadows of the morning light."

These stanzas especially stir my heart, a yearning for the Edenic mystery of love for the Eternal Feminine.

This poem, your work, your presence sustain an aura of ineffability, that reminder that the finest sensibility in life is unnameable, only subject to a fine touch of subtle suggestiveness.

That quality is rare indeed, and is cardinal to why you are so sorely missed, why you continue to define the deepest understanding I have experienced here, in both your work and mine.

[Twilight]

Another nice poem, Linda. Beautiful, eloquent and with lovely imagery. I still think that Mark's comment may be a fair one, where he suggests that "shadows of morning light", seems like a contradiction. The use of "white" in the context of symbolising virginity (or purity), is certainly not unusual (see verse three). Clearly, it has been used effectively in this poem.

The length of this poem seems to be appropriate, in view of the theme. Having said that, I know for certain that this writer is just as good when she creates longer poems. The use of four lines per verse, is actually very popular. Personally, I also find this to be quite a convenient way in which to structure a poem.

Wonderful, Linda! Thankyou, for sharing this with us.....

[Mark]

I can see I'll not be able to read too much of you in a single day, or I'll get the reputation for being a gusher!
Linda, where have you been all my life! Your poetry simply leaves me speechless!
Perhaps a note, to let us know who Lucy Maud Montgomery is, is indicated?
If I were to offer the minutest change, I'd challenge the phrase, "shadows of morning light"--seems contradictory. Since I take your meaning to be "at Dawn", perhaps, "...first kiss of morning light"?

[Jibey]

I just came across this somehow and was impressed by the beautiful images - the textures, the natural beauty and sensual appeal, the sheer feminine delight captured in your words... Thank you