Joyous Friendship

A yellow rose

To signify

True friendship

Of joyous

Bound.

Sure as

Light shines

Upon the petals

Glory is

Found

Within

A friendship

 Built on

Solid ground.

It is 

Not worth

A pound,

If not

Gowned in

Trust and

Love that

Are proclaimed

Aloud.

So my

Friend,

Of

Joyous bound,

Let’s stick

Together

As the

World goes

’round.

Some days

We feel as if

Life is full

of downs,

But,

Our friendship

Will abound,

Through faith

In each

Other

That

Cannot be

Drowned.

copyright Robyn Graham

Joyous FriendshipJoyous Friendship

 

 

Nature’s Lace

Nature’s Lace

The intricacy

So lovely and delicate

No one doeth own

A right to claim

The design

Mercilessly created

For all to see

Who have an eye

For nature’s decorations.

The lace hides her face

Through summer

But in fall she sheds her shawl

And shows for all

Her patterns of grace

Knitted by the hands of angels

To put a smile on your face.

There was no dispassion

In her creation

With love and hope

For all to adore

The beauty and lore

Throughout the seasons

She gives to those with reason.

Copyright Robyn Graham

Nature's LaceNature’s Lace – A Hydrangea Leaf in the Fall

Solitary Confinement

Solitary Confinement

Punishment

For

Crimes Committed

Time

For

Consideration

Moments

Of

Reflection

Dreams

Of

A Different Path Chosen

Remorse

For

 Wrongs Committed

Regret

Anger

Humility

Hope

Repentance

For

Pain Engendered

Faith

That

Grace Will Be Given

copyright Robyn Graham

Solitary Confinement

Solitary Confinement

“…God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble. Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.  Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” – 1 Peter 5:5-7

Keep Your Promise

I see thee

The sun at your back

Water droplets rest

Untouched upon you

Like a kiss so gentle

On a lover’s lips.

 

 

Keep  Your Promise

Your petals so fine

Blow delicately in the breeze

Yet you hang on

With a grasp quite tight

As a flower does

To keep

The promise

Of everlasting beauty.

 

copyright Robyn Graham

In the language of flowers the plum blossom means to keep your promise.  Although the blossoms are short-lived, the beauty of the flower is everlasting in the eye of the one who was blessed to see and smell it.

The Irony of the Definition

The Thistle

My presence

in the

garden

for most

invokes

a smile.

 

My color’s

so

bright,

it glows,

but

falsehood

flows.

For

the

gardener,

whose hand

nurtured

me

to

grow,

did not

know

my

meaning.

 

It

is not

joy

in the

morning,

but

a bold

resistance,

sorrow,

and

mourning.

 

Hatred,

disregard,

and

retaliation

are my

obligation,

but only

by

definition.

 

The

root

of my

being,

no harm

could

ensue,

for

despite

my

spiky

appearance,

I

am

soft

and

fragile

and

grow

tall,

to

above

all,

assist

in

cooking

and

beauty,

and

keeping

you

healthy.

Thistle Budd

Thistle Budd

Color Glows

Color Glows

Thistle Standing Tall

Thistle Standing Tall

For Cooking, Beauty and Health

For Cooking, Beauty, and Health

In the language of flowers the Thistle, also known as safflower, has meanings that do not at all reflect the  beauty and intrigue of the bud or flower.  The meanings of the thistle were featured in the poem above and include: misanthrope, defiance, vengeance, and grief.

I find it somewhat ironic that these words are associated with a flower that is so pretty and is thought to have useful medicinal properties such as: preventing heart disease and stroke, lowering fevers, treating coughs and breathing problems, tumors, pain, and clotting conditions, in addition to other medical uses.  The oil from safflower seed is used as a cooking oil.  The flower is used to color cosmetics and to dye fabrics.  Ref: WebMd

Please note that I am in now way recommending the use of the flower for any of the above referenced purposes.  However, I thought it of interest and wanted to provide a background for the poem above.

Happy Mother’s Day

A mother’s heart will overflow

With love for all

Upon rest and woe.

With her heart

She loves each little one,

And finds joy,

In each race won.

Her heart does love

The good and bad,

For even when they make her sad,

She finds a reason to stay above,

And goes not mad.

Each day that passes,

Her heart beats faster.

For at times,

The sorrow and frustration

Are very deep and seem

To lack salvation.

But, those little ones grow

With great intentions.

The chaos ensues

And her heart,

With joy,

Responds to each alteration.

And before she realizes

The days of complication

Have passed on to hours of contemplation,

For now she must recognize

That the hours are hers to characterize.

The sacrifice of love

She left behind,

To raise the little ones

Who now have grown

And left her on her own,

To be

More than a heart that bleeds.

 copyright Robyn Graham

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the women in my life who have served as a mother figure, who have inspired me, who have encouraged me, who have supported me, and who have helped me become the woman I am today.  I appreciate your sacrifices of love, of time and of self, for me, as well as, for all people in your lives.

 

2013 Daffodil Series – 06

“Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” – Albert Einstein

 

Imagination, Mystery and New Beginnings

 

New beginnings, like shadows, are Mysteries.

The heart knows not, what is to come.

The mind knows not, who will be along.

The soul knows not, what emotions will evolve.

Fear,

Courage,

Belief,

Strength,

Excitement,

and

Love.

The mystery of  a new beginning,

Will be a thrill,

  An exercise of will.

The past creates hesitation,

And so it is with anticipation

that

The heart will move from shadows

To accept the challenge with determination.

Imagination will drive

The will to begin and thrive.

A new beginning will take root

Away from the shadows of mystery

Which will don no refute.

copyright Robyn Graham

The Mystery of Shadow in Black and White

The Mystery of Shadow in Black and White

The Mystery of Shadow

The Mystery of Shadow

2013 Tulip Series – 12

The 2013 Tulip Series comes to a close, for now, with the 12th post in the series.

A Declaration of Love , the Vintage Way

It may be the old-fashioned way,

I declare the words that

I must say.

It may be the dated way,

I declare the words that

I need to say.

It may be the best kind of way,

To declare the words that

I long to say.

Someday, however,

Continued interest will sway

Your appreciation of my

Vintage declaration,

I love you.

 copyright Robyn Graham

The Old-Fashioned Way

The Old-Fashioned Way

The Dated Way

The Dated Way

The Best Way

The Best Kind of Way

The poem above is written using phrases used for defining the word vintage and the meaning of Tulip in the Victorian language of flowers which is, Declaration of Love.  The images, although of the same Tulip, are unique in terms of composition.  Note the compositional elements: leading lines, curves, rule of thirds,  as well as the depth of field used in each image.

2013 Tulip Series – 07

I have been away vacationing with my family and unfortunately had to miss posting an Easter blog.  So, a day late, but better late than never, here is my Easter post.

V is for Victory

Over Sin and Death.

V is for Victory

Resting on Old Wood –

A Reminder of the Cross.

V is for Victory

For Christ,

and the

 Grace,

Through Suffering,

He Bought Us.

copyright Robyn Graham

V is for Victory

 “The joyful news that He is risen does not change the contemporary world. Still before us lie work, discipline, sacrifice. But the fact of Easter gives us the spiritual power to do the work, accept the discipline, and make the sacrifice.” – Henry Knox Sherrill

2013 Tulip Series – 02

I declare,

The love we share,

Is more than fair.

Some may not be aware,

Of the bond we share,

Not to be broken with time and wear.

Our love is not a snare,

But two lives that care.

Sometimes we stop and stare,

And wonder how life does dare,

To claim a stake on our un-paling air.

For when we sit within the same chair,

Because there is no spare,

You gently touch my hair.

And at that moment, I dare swear,

We are a pair,

Whose love does not compare,

To those who live without a flare.

copyright Robyn Graham

I DeclareI Declare