a silence of beauty

....and the lilies were silenced of beauty. Like the face of Helen of Troy.... that line shall launch forever and a day. Much love, Mum "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

no words come to mind I am silenced with the lily love hubby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Yes, she reposed in pure perfection, and the lilies were silenced of beauty. Lilies always seem so perfect and beautiful. Maybe that is why they are used in funeral rites wherever they are found. So that they bring the image of perfection to the deceased. A fine blend of the body, and the musings of someone who remembers the best of the deceased. Big hugs, and lotta love, Gee

Your poem has given me reason to pause to think. It seems a bit wordy to me, but a good subject. Love, Cat

There are just too much going on in our world that we'd love explained, but for me I find it hard becuse there are sedom explinations given, or what to be given to us, becuause there isn't any? Very well written jayne. Rosina xena465

Ann of Norway Dear Jayne Chloe, Your blue face was the sky, the page your coat of snow, your lily, the spirit in your eyes your pen was guided by; the contrast in violet's sombre shades, the peace in petals sheen, the fire now died the flowers dream All is not gone it seems. I am going to look at this one until I too am blue in the face!!! Love from your friend Ann still with fields of snow- white meadows not begun to bloom, their silence total as the sun rises to noon and fills the sky with strings of birds, 'tis Spring, 'tis Spring they cry, and we take solace in their flight as turn the night to day another year with pure delight is coming on its way. 'Tis Spring, 'tis Spring, 'tis Spring. And yet for you down under there's promise of some thunder as Autumn smiles its wry dry smile, and marches in to cover, each bush ,each mouse, each blade of grass, and shade the world in Winter's drass, yet beauty of a different sort she wears and by her cool all life is given sustenance to rest, begin again another year so blest. With my love, á tout a l'heure, ou a la prochaine. Ann.

'and what lasts through time is like an island on a ship in the sea, perishable surrounded by dangerous fragility by merciless waters and threats.' lol judd xxxx

Again, this poem stands out, I wouldn't change a thing, The third stanza is great and should fill your heart with pride... How does it feel to be a talented person?--Brian

Poem alone was worth it for the lines between a white lily morning and a twilight of eternal black orchids, That is what I will carry from this one Jayne Seabhac

Well you are outdoing yourself each time you post. My dear girl this is marvelous. A beautiful poem and worthy. I will be looking forward to catching up on more. Until then, smile. Love to all, Lyz. XX