Showing posts with label dried flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dried flowers. Show all posts

Monday, October 1, 2012

Creative



SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS
chose the topic

CREATIVE

Carve a piece of wood into a semblance of a face;
Redecorate your bathroom, that previous disgrace;
Embroider pretty flowers on a hanky for your Gran;
Attach a snazzy slogan to the window of your van;
Tat, if you know how to, and I certainly do not;
Illuminate a parchment, if a parchment's what you've got;
Versify incessantly, rhyming at full spate!
Every living person has the power to create.
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IMMORTELLE

The French do have a way with words.
Dried flower? That is for the birds.
But 'immortelle' is pure romance,
A word to make an old heart dance.
It speaks of love pressed between pages,
Meant to last throughout the ages.
It brings to mind a musty scent
Where sweetness lingers, heaven sent.
It makes one think of loving glances
And sweethearts making the most of chances
In shadowy corners and garden bowers.
It speaks of the Language of the Flowers.
'Dried flower?' That cannot cast a spell.
But oh the charm of the Immortelle!
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