A Perfect Love

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A Perfect Love ~ A Poem

“A perfect love

Comprises of

Intuitive emotions,


Warm sensuality,

Playful joy,



Inner peace,

All through faith

In another.”

~ Copyright Robyn Graham ~

“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”

~Tom Robbins

Happy Valentine’s Day

A Mother’s Perfect Love – A Tulip and a Poem

A Mother's Perfect Love

A mother’s perfect love,

Forever giving,

Infinitely strong,

Her purpose for living,

Being willing to forgive any wrong.

Her beautiful eyes,


Filled with joy,

Delight at the sight

Of her girl or her boy.

A mother’s beautiful love

Always there with open arms,

Encouraging to soar above,

Protecting from harm.

Is there any love more perfect?

Is there any love more beautiful?

Than the love of a mother who never neglects,

But is always there to tell us we’re wonderful.

 Copyright Robyn Graham

A couple of the meanings of the tulip are beautiful eyes and perfect lover.  I chose these two representations of the tulip for Mother’s Day and wrote the above poem to accompany the image of the tulip.  Being a mother is the most challenging yet the most rewarding role a woman can ever have.   I hope my words and image honor all mothers, near and far.

The Beast

Watch, don’t turn your back,

Never let your senses slack,

When into the woods

You journey.

For it is there,

That wild beasts lay idle,

And hide,

Until dusk draws near.

Then, just as the sun’s glow

Begins to fade,

The beasts awaken,

No longer hiding from the day’s trespassers.

They pounce,

And if you are not prepared,

Your heart may skip a beat, and

With a fleeting moment of fear,

You’ll run, then disappear. 

copyright Robyn Graham

The Beast

To Mystery Land


To Mystery Land

To Mystery Land

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To Mystery Land

by Kate Greenaway

“Oh, dear, how will it end?

Peggy and Susie how naughty

you are.

You little know where you are,

Going so far, and so high,

Nearly up to the sky.

Perhaps it’s a Giant who

lives there,

And perhaps it’s a lovely


But you very well know

You’ve no business to go;

You’ll get yourselves into a mess.

Oh, dear, I’m sure it is true;

Whatever on earth can it matter

to you?

For you know it –oh, fie —

that it’s naughty to pry

Into other’s affairs —

Into other folks houses to go,

Where you  know

You’re not asked.

So you’d better come back

While there’s time, it is plain.

Go home–and be never

So naughty again. “

I love antique books, I love poetry, I love flowers, and I especially love photography.  Here you have four of my (many) favorite things rolled into one.

To create a vintage feel to the image of Calla Lilies resting on the antique book, “Marigold Garden” by Kate Greenaway, I added a layer of haze in Photoshop CS5.


Swirls of Color

Swirls of Color

Swirls of Color


Is full

Of challenges,

And surprises.

As they come your way,

Swirl them

Through your thoughts.

Embrace them,

Let them color your world,

And enjoy them.

copyright Robyn Graham

Don’t worry, I did not waste good wine to create this image.  The image was taken the same day I was playing with oil and water to create abstract photographs.  To learn about that technique and see colorful oil and water images click here.

A Call Through the Mist

A Call Through the Mist

A Call Through the Mist

I call,


The Mist,




copyright Robyn Graham

1 Corinthians 7:15 …God has called us to live in peace.

Weeping Sunflower


Tears Fall

Tears Fall

I try to stand to tall

But it happens not at all.

The tears begin to fall

I cover my eyes

The shame swells up inside.

As it overflows

My heart knows,

I’ve failed him,

I’ve failed them.

Through the angst,

The anxiety

Influenced always by society

To be an appearance of notoriety.

The loathing of self

Leads to impropriety.

For instead of the love that’s there for him,

For them,

The words and actions

Appear to condemn.

Causing pain

When I mean to encourage,

I just can’t explain

Why my thoughts can’t abstain

From making their way into

Words of disdain.

If I understood me,

If I could define me,

Would it be possible to be free?

Would they begin to believe

That my love does exist?

Or is it too late?

Has my opportunity to love been missed

Because of words resembling hate?

No, they would say,

It is never too late,

For we love you

And will never hesitate

To take you in,

To hold  you close,

For we will always love you most.

copyright Robyn Graham

Weeping SunflowerWeeping Sunflower

1 Corinthians 13:4-7: Love is patient, love is kind….It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 

I chose two different backgrounds (one dark and one light) and two different editing styles for this post, edits were both custom edits in Topaz Labs.  I am absolutely in love with Topaz Labs Black and White Suite.  I would love to know which image you like best, and which you feel best accompanies the poem.  I wonder if your thoughts are the same as mine.



Life is composed of lines.

The lines are often distinct,

Distinct lines are definitive

Definitive lines are easy to follow.

Following definitive lines leads to a direct path

A direct path means clear thoughts, no interference.

Distinct Lines of LifeDistinct Lines of Life

But life is never consistently direct.

If life were consistently direct there would be no times of turmoil,

No times of doubt,

No times of indecision.

Blurred Lines of IndecisionBlurred Lines of Indecision

Blurred lines come into play.

Blurred lines distract along the way.

It’s the approach to blurred lines that determines

Whether we coil,

Or stand strong and press on.

When the soul stays strong,

And faith is relied upon,

The lines merge,

And become one,

An eternity

Of love.

Indistinct Lines MergingIndistinct Lines Merging

Generations of lines;

Lines of




And embraces,

That pass strength from one to the next

And grow the bonds

That come back,

Back to the eternity of love.

Generations of Lines Becoming OneGenerations of Lines Becoming One

The eternity of love

Which is Christmas.

copyright Robyn Graham

Life as a WholeLife as a Whole

Christmas Cactus Series – 2013 (My Heart Burns with Love)

Burning Love

My Heart Burns with Love

The burning,

The yearning,

My heart is full of love for you.

You’ll never know the depth,

It cannot be seen.

Actions may at times lead you to believe you know,


Life’s ebb and flow cause you to blink,

And in that instance your mind questions

My devotion to our link.

My love, like art,

Is timeless,

And priceless.

It will forever be.

As the touch of a feather

Lingers on your skin,

So too, will my love endure

A gentle breeze,

A cajoling force,

The unthinkable.

Oh the burning,

The yearning,

My heart is full of love for you.

copyright Robyn Graham

Note:  In the Victorian language of flowers cactus flowers represent “endurance” and “my heart burns for you”.  The poem above was written with the aforementioned meanings in mind. Notice the red heart in the center of the bottom petal….I love the little miracles of nature!

The Tree

Oh the stories I could tell

If you had the time to dwell

Underneath my branches as they sway

And create shade on a warm day.

The loves that sat in the very spot

You choose today to stand and plot,

You could be listening to my stories

That warn of worries unnecessary.

I’ve seen it all

From love, lust, and great falls.

My bark impressed with countless tales

Of hearts and names and even wedding vows.

The hearts that broke

When someone spoke

Unkind thoughts

That were not provoked.

The laughter, joy, and fun

While children did run

And play childhood games

 While shouting each other’s names.

The smiles and tears

The hugs and the shrugs

The pain and the gain

The love from above.

I’ve given to all

What they needed in time

But I’ve taken

All that was mine.

The things that I’ve witnessed

Gave me sight to be seen

For without all the experiences underneath me

I would not be green.

I’ve been nourished

Through them all

For even a tree

Has hopes and desires

To enjoy what’s free.

copyright Robyn Graham

The Tree

The Tree

“We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.” – Winston Churchill