28/06/2016
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20/06/2016
13/06/2016
08/06/2016
The Girl Who Distributed Flowers...
The Girl Who distributed Flowers...
I was reading her words
While she was distributing flowers.
Turning away from Gertrude,
She suddenly looked at me,
Yes, yes, she looked at me
Directly from those printed words...
While I stared at her in disbelief,
She whispered, "please don't worry,
I have some flowers for you too.
Just wait for me in your dreams."...
That night I awaited her in my dreams
Which, as usual, were crowded with trees
Encircling a large, tranquil lake
From which she emerged like a lotus,
Beckoned me with a lily in her hand,
And as I leaned over to take it,
She grabbed my hand and pulled me down
With her to the bottom of the lake
Where stars had become fragrant flowers.
© Portia Burton
I was reading her words
While she was distributing flowers.
Turning away from Gertrude,
She suddenly looked at me,
Yes, yes, she looked at me
Directly from those printed words...
While I stared at her in disbelief,
She whispered, "please don't worry,
I have some flowers for you too.
Just wait for me in your dreams."...
That night I awaited her in my dreams
Which, as usual, were crowded with trees
Encircling a large, tranquil lake
From which she emerged like a lotus,
Beckoned me with a lily in her hand,
And as I leaned over to take it,
She grabbed my hand and pulled me down
With her to the bottom of the lake
Where stars had become fragrant flowers.
© Portia Burton
02/06/2016
31/05/2016
You were sleeping peacefully...
You were sleeping peacefully...
You were sleeping peacefully,
I gently touched your serene face
Tracing its contours with my fingers,
And felt warm by its loving warmth.
My fingers tingled by its smoothness,
While I kept looking at your eyes
Their long lashes soft against cheeks,
Which you opened with a smile,
And amid terms of endearments
You gently put your hand over mine,
Guiding my fingers to the kisses
Of your gentle and pinkish lips,
In return I too kissed your hand,
Every kiss as a token of my devotion.
Mom, you alone are my real home,
Let me remain encircled by your arms,
This really is my tranquil sanctuary,
Where violent storms are forgotten,
When I am anchored at your bosom.
Your loving words break all my shackles,
Allay my anxieties, doubts and fears,
Bring smiles to my eyes instead of tears.
In you I find the divine light,
Never let me go, mom, hold me tight.
© Portia Burton
You were sleeping peacefully,
I gently touched your serene face
Tracing its contours with my fingers,
And felt warm by its loving warmth.
My fingers tingled by its smoothness,
While I kept looking at your eyes
Their long lashes soft against cheeks,
Which you opened with a smile,
And amid terms of endearments
You gently put your hand over mine,
Guiding my fingers to the kisses
Of your gentle and pinkish lips,
In return I too kissed your hand,
Every kiss as a token of my devotion.
Mom, you alone are my real home,
Let me remain encircled by your arms,
This really is my tranquil sanctuary,
Where violent storms are forgotten,
When I am anchored at your bosom.
Your loving words break all my shackles,
Allay my anxieties, doubts and fears,
Bring smiles to my eyes instead of tears.
In you I find the divine light,
Never let me go, mom, hold me tight.
© Portia Burton
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