Watercolor Lullaby
a villanelle
I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.
You are the daughter I have prayed for between dandelion wishes,
you are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.
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I see you in my sleep, dear girl, where all your features come alive and vivify.
Liquid borders blur into a lucid world where I can paint your face with velvet kisses;
I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.
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At night it seems you sing my name out from the star-creped nations of the sky.
And I - I wait for you on Earth’s horizon without ladders, wings, or bridges…
you are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.
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You could have come to us this April (had) our 25th carnation only blossomed in July.
But good riddance, Mother Nature - who’s left our hearts to bleed and fade in rotton stitches…
I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.
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I’ve been distant, I know, troubled: I haven’t quite been brazen and said why.
Now God and Science become allies as we funnel genes and blueprints through syringes;
you are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.
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Oh, I imagine having mastered quantum physics: you and I are in my kitchen baking home-made apple pie.
I now cabin all my hope within the wombs of microscopes & petri dishes -
I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.
You are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
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Gina C.
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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Beautiful work 🩷
You slapped me with the feels right in the feels harder than the beginning of the movie "Up," and that blonde lady who was burying a shoebox in a line of rose bushes from the movie "The Help." Goodness, I too desire the same as You. Constant imaginings of my progeny within my arms cooing, giggling, hearty laughter that ensues with velvet tickly kisses upon their chubby little cheeks. Though, I continue to and have gone on many a date, I still await to find a proper mate. Yet, You and Yours are together and are trying to weather through the plans of trying again and again, like a chorus with a constant refrain, yet, Mother nature seems to be causing You too pain. Test tubes, needles, cryo-refridgerators, and sanitary safety glasses with gloves in sterilized rooms, all needed for people that are having difficulties with their womb. Mother nature in Science with God given natural abilities to learn the secrets of physics and biology will advance us forward to our goals. Even if the goal is the most ancient of all. Go forth and multiple, Your descendants shall number as many as the stars in the night as there grains of sand that lie upon the beach and spread throughout the sea. For these days we worship intellectual progress with understanding and remove old gods of fortune, death, and fertility. Your poem, Your villanelle, its rhyme scheme, its meter, is all too well. This would bring spring to the winter, warming the heart of Demeter. Clairvoyance brings me a new perspective to see, words that were scared to leave are no longer trapped like when the lands return fertile for the arrival of Persephone. I believe in You and Yours my friend, and logic, Mother Nature, biology and physics will do the rest. We've learned to build homes, so controlling environments is what humans have learned to do best. Your emotions You'veaid to us bare, and I just know that life You'll beget will be given the utmost of care.
The contrast of "watercolour lullaby" and "rotten stitches" had my head spinning. So impactful ❤
My your dreams find wondrous fulfillment, dear Gina.
You still maintained rhythm despite using longer lines, which isn't easy! Congratulations on top story.
Unbelievably soulful and ouch, ouch, ouch; my heart hurts. So felt every single word.
A beautiful work!
Goodness. This takes me back. I spent my 30s living this poem. Beautifully penned. Love flying over to you. ❤️❤️❤️
Gina, This is so beautiful!😭❤ Congratulations on the top story!
Lovely poem!!!💕❤️❤️Keep up the outstanding work—congrats!
Beautiful! Congrats on making top story
Just stunning, I love the reference to dandelion wishes so much! 🤍
Beautiful!🌹🌲🎄
So beautiful and sad...
My heart broke so much for you dear Red Partner. I'm so sorry 🥺 I was so happy to see that you've published a new poem (because I missed reading them) but I didn't expect it to be so sad. I hope you're doing okay. Congratulations on your Top Story! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
What a beautiful piece. Congrats on Top Story
❤️❤️❤️❤️ hugs to you, my friend!! This is so beautiful. ❤️❤️
This is just beautiful, so full of emotion, and I barely noticed the format, it flowed so well.
Wows to the tenth power! This is incredible!
Well now. Not surprised at all. Congrats on this wonderful entry with a touch of Gina magic and for Top Story.
Well done.
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This is absolutely beautiful.
Where have you been. You are the reason I try to create passable art, you are so great at it. This is so wonderfully deep and sad, hopeful and filled with longing. Such a job well done. Glad to see you back.
Lovely words and a beautiful image