victorian love notes

 

my dear iris,

you left me with

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on my garden anemone

how can i trust your foxglove love?

offer me bluebells and ivy…

perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.

 

ah, sweet william,

now that i’ve returned

it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes

come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley

let us climb the ripe plum tree!

 

 

 


In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!

altar of alterations

Change is the certainty of life —

we (un)certainly hold choice in our hands:

to fear strangeness of change,

or

to face love’s changing challenge;

to hide from (unfamiliar) monsters

or

to seek soul (familiar) opportunities

to shrink

or

to grow!

As we embrace each (minor) moment’s exchange,
we may become (major) catalysts for change:

watch butterflies emerge

encourage spirit’s surge

relieve evil’s scourge.

One must learn to trust the unchangeable One

who forms life

transforms change

conforms us

until his perfect (and perfecting) will be done.

nourishment

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“Give us this day

our daily bread”

 

Holding up

open hands

 

to receive

good gifts

 

our needs,

not wants

 

for this day,

not tomorrow

 

to ask daily,

not weekly

 

trust his time

to provide

 

sustenance for

body and soul.

_______

Exactly 40 words with title and

Jesus fasted 40 days and nights in the wilderness…