Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Our garden.

Leger, Fernand  breakfast. From magpie tales.


Blue window cascading seasons,
orange doors letting in the joy,
Every morning we breakfast with love and season-
ed nutrient delicacies.
We are black and white;
We imbibe and emanate.
Our world a garden of magnolia;
breathe in every moment,
life is here in this moment.
When you leave this threshold
to earn, keep this fragrance and my love
served with food;
for I wish you may never earn more
never less, but just to keep this garden,
safe and sound.
For we are here all over the garden,
Scattered , flourished, bloomed
In every corner, everything is precious.
Comeback every evening, clean hand, clean heart,
letting no poisons here.
We will breakfast every morning with season-
ed nutrient delicacies and love.

24 comments:

  1. Interesting how the same image pokes such different poem, perhaps reflecting the experience and world view of the poet!

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    1. yes thats really interesting....thank you for being here....

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  2. Breakfast in magnolia 'world' garden... Beautiful. I think we are all shades of grey. That's why the confusion, apprehension and your request to return clean without any poison...just a thought.

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    1. Thank you Nisha.....and yes a thought on how the world is so unsafe at times....inspiration from dVerse and poetry jam.....

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  3. breakfasting with love is a great thing i imagine...i like the texture you add in the keeping of the garden...much like love it grows with diligence...

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    1. Thank you so much Brian...yes if every home was such a garden ....there would not have been any sep 9/11......

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  4. Beautiful, Sreeja. Breakfasting in a beautiful garden seasoned with love is the BEST kind of breakfasting! And yes, definitely MOMENTS to be savored.

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  5. Yes, breakfasting in a garden seasoned with love makes for some very special MOMENTS, some very special DAYS.

    (Not sure if my first comment went or not..as I don't see it...so I am commenting again.)

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  6. Feels like a prayer: Thank you for abundance this home these doors etc and especially for the dear one who goes out and comes back--to be well and happy and not to pollute the garden. Perfect.

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  7. I would love to sink my nose into a fragrant magnolia right now ... next to the gardenia, my favorite flower. Like where you went with this.

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  8. Learning to live every moment can be quite the challenge but so worth it! Thanks for sharing :)

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  9. It DOES feel like a prayer. And a blessing. So lovely to feel that way about home and loved ones. Just beautiful.

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  10. Lovely description of the moment. I love being in your garden with you for this poem.

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  11. Beautiful and enchanting! A glimpse into a loving breakfast! Clean hand...clean heart...I love it!

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  12. It does feel like a prayer, perhaps a benediction or prayer of thanks for the meal.

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  13. what better than to breakfast with love?

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  14. What a beautiful take on the prompt! Living in the moment and keeping our garden free. So peaceful and lovely.

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  15. I love the way you ask for there to be no poison allowed in. To keep your sanctuary clean and free from toxic emotions and vibes. It must be a wonderful thing, to breakfast with love every morning.
    Beautiful.

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  16. Our world a garden of magnolia;

    That would be paradise!

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  17. The underlying thought is powerful and peaceful. A beautiful take on the image. Well done!

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