Siren of the Flower

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Siren of the Flower

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


She skips daintily, delicately,

her mind so free and filled with pleasures,

her smile the warmth of morning sun,

her body twirling, hands poised artistically,

as she circles, humming a sweet melody,

a siren-like resounding,

filled with a joyful glee.


She sees me not,

my presence like a mist over a crystal lake,

breathless,

and I wonder what she is doing,

alone, as the sun bids farewell, slowly, evenly,

over a fading azure sky,

so broad as to whisper infinity,

growing darker,

infusing the last few rays of reddish hues.


Her dancing now more lively,

springing, leaping, her long dress twisting and turning,

round and round she goes,

hardly touching ground, so exquisitely,

and I feel alone watching her,

a little intrusive to her uninhibited frolic,

her soul bared naked,

her joy unencumbered.


So I move behind a nearby oak, a little closer,

but in the shadow of this majestic giant,

and I see now what she is circling,

a flower, a small yellow flower,

its petals ever slowly closing with the fading light,

and she in joyful abandon,

celebrating its day unfurled.


Then, as the last ray of light extinguishes behind the distant horizon,

the little flower closes tightly,

until a new day dawns,

and she, having blessed its very life,

stills in the evening glow,

her dance now complete,

her pleasure now in silence.


Into the darkness she moves and disappears from sight,

and I, lost within her presence,

realise where I am and thoughts of home prevail,

an open fire,

soft slippers and my cat

nestled warmly on my lap,

purring comfortingly with serene pleasure.



What we don't see in nature, is often the most miraculous of all.

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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Colin, glad you enjoyed it. I do whip them out; not for any other reason than I constantly feel I haven't finished. Sure that's what will be on my grave stone."Sorry to go, just hadn't finished." Often I try to watch a movie, and half way through I have to get up and write. In a strange kind of way, it's an affliction, but I love it. I think I'm just weird. I found a house and moving to it 13th of Sept. Now I have to start packing up- hate moving. Hugs to the three of you. Adelaide time 11.35am.


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epigramman 3 years ago

So glad to see Rose here, she's a real gem and her hubs are fantastic.

Well Tony you can sure whip them out and the quality always meets the quantity everytime.

This piece I liked in particular because it's a poetic ode to love as only you can write and you are a writer's writer, no doubt about it - you were born to write and it just flows out of you so beautifully.

lake erie time 9:31pm listening to the Dave Brubeck quartet with the amazing Paul Desmond on sax

see you on FB with a post of this one - it really is so lovely ......


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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you enjoyed it so much Rose. Thanks for dropping in and taking the time to comment. Have a great day.


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rose-the planner 3 years ago from Toronto, Ontario-Canada

WOW! Such a brilliant piece of poetry. Thank you for sharing. (Voted Up) -Rose

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