They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender.
How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe.
How sweet it was, just to be.
Side by side.
Alive.
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Lavender
Tag: Whimsy
I am
the same breath
as my art.
This wind
is the beautiful melody
of every precious moment
we played,
together.
Sweet wind.
Sing me again.
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Beautifully Us
Take me to the fire.
Dance with me
in the spaces between
the flames.
Burn with me, into
the quiet
of everything pure.
Everything.
Perfectly
beautifully
us.
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Life Will Be Good
Soft wind, take flight.
Come,
take my hand.
Come roll me ‘round the sky
this fine day,
and we will watch the gulls
spiral over sandy shores.
And we will watch
the footprints
travel the beach in pairs.
And we will be silent
as we find a friend in every pocket
of the dream.
And life will be good, yes.
Life will be sweet,
and nice,
and good.
Darling is the dream
of basking in the salty sweet
of popcorn days
and marshmallow nights.
Under dim lights of orange,
whisper to me
darling,
of the places your soft touch
will sail me to
this night.
Today felt like a milk and honey sunrise.
What is a milk and honey sunrise?
I have no idea.
But it felt an awful lot like
darling
to me.
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This Little River
This little river.
This little boat.
I never could have imagined
this peaceful place
in the shade of Autumn
and her beautiful, falling colours.
Shall I meet you at the rivers edge?
Might we sit a while, watching the ducks
as they gather in hungry groups?
Or will we row on?
Searching the river for nothing
but sweet, silver ripples
to carry us safely
home.
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Romeo and Juliet
The kids and I have just had lunch and I’m lazing about on the couch, enjoying the most beautiful warm Sun.
I thought I might write a blog post. So here I am, telling you about how I was thinking I might write a blog post…whilst actually writing one. Small things amuse the creative mind. ☺️
Speaking of creative minds, another thought that came to mind as I lounged on the couch: Shakespeare.
It was a quote from Romeo and Juliet that I was thinking of.
The line is from the famous balcony scene, where Juliet is blissfully day dreaming whilst standing out on her bedroom balcony. Enter Romeo, admiring her lovelieness from somewhere below. (Oh my goodness. Sigh. ❤️)
Here’s the line that woke the beautiful, warm wind in me:
ROMEO: ‘But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?’ It is the east, and Juliet is the Sun!’
Guys. ☺️ It gets better. 🥰
After a bit more internal waffling from Romeo, Juliet speaks. Quietly, to herself, but Romeo hears. This is how that little bit plays out:
JULIET: ‘Ay me’ (Juliet says dreamily thinking about you know who.)
ROMEO: ‘She speaks! O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night being o’er my head as a winged messenger from heaven…’
I’ll leave it there, my beautiful bloggy friends.
Oh. You’re so very welcome.
😉 xx Brooke
(the HOPELESSLY hopeless romantic.)
