Iris Flags Scent Take Me Back
Posted: Thursday, November 19, 2009
by Marijo Phelps
Purple iris fields, flags waving
Bearded orange, lavender and yellow
Smelling of springtime now released
To blow across my mind, mellow
Then have flipped the pages
Bringing memories of years
Magical movement of my life
Calendar fast forward mirrors
Breathing deep of iris grape
With springtime growth anew
Living in that breath of space
While gazing at perfect hue
And I wonder, oh, I wonder
At the creator's hand
As He fashioned unique iris
With its furry, bearded band
Grape kool aid scented flowers
Trigger recall of past days
Grandparents in our lives then
Now fading in distanced haze
Their delicate and spotted hands
Reaching out, me, to touch
The little one at their side
Who misses them now so much
Each time I smell iris scent
Memories those petals renew
Recall comes so quickly
Of my loves who've gone to You.
Purple iris fields of flags
Will always captivate me
A delicate thing of beauty
Until Your face I see.
Marijo Phelps,saved by Jesus grace in 1974, from 9 years atheism into His loving arms. She is wanting to spread the good news about His redemptive plan for our lives through written media. Her name is pronounced Mary Jo. She was an RN for 23+ years, missionary with YWAM,statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ 9 years. Her first poem published when she was four years old. (her mom had much to do with that!) She has been writing ever since.
Her new blog can be found: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com
Her new blog can be found: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com
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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)That was great! Nice use of languageThanks Steve and welcome to Searchwarp!! Marijo
Marijo. It is beautiful! You have painted a beautiful story. Well-written and it flowed. Keep on writing and I will keep on reading. Blessings. ~Nenita~Thanks - this is actually one I wrote just this past week. With the topic purple.I wrote my first poem that was published when I was 4 (think my mom had a bunch to do with that!) I do not get into types of poems - much to the dismay of many - I just write my heart. Thanks for reading! Marijo
Marijo, this is beautiful - very powerful, it makes me think of your front yard. Thanks for sharing your gift! Hugs, TThanks for coming by! Appreciate you Sister! Marijo
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