Saturday, August 22, 2009

Singleton Hippie Art, The Lonely Flower

The Lonely Flower
(C) Singleton 2009

With her sun~puckered lips,
and weedy little legs,
she teetered above
the garden of little ones at her feet.

And she cried.

One by one,
the others were whisked up
by young lovers....
"He loves me, he loves me not",
bundled into little bouquets for Hallmark Holidays and after thoughts,
plucked up by
chubby little fingers
and embraced for their afternoon perfume.

But not her,
The Lonely little Flower,
she stood here day after day,
growing taller and older,
her hair a natty mess of twigs and pine-needles,
her petals, all but picked clean,
by the pitter patter of little feet landing on her colors....
her world was with the flying, the humming, the crawling,
the clouds....
And she cried...
Chubby little lop-sided cheeks quivering,
until The Sun Kissed her again
and pointed to the
nursery at her feet...

Her tears,
a fountain for the seedlings,
brought back by feathered friends
to grow here, learn here, beneath her umbrella...

Love grows....

Colored markers, pencils, ink on Cardstock. From the hippie garden, with peace and love.

13 comments:

i beati said...

big message for Sandy there

Tamasha said...

I love your posts and beautiful paintings. Keep spirit up.

Justgivemepeace said...

Sandy...You are a big message...
And Love grows:)

Tamasha...Thank you, so very much! Spirit....another word for wings:)

Maithri said...

Sister,

I was thinking about you last night...

About how different I am because of the touch of your wings...

I've 'met' lots of beautiful folk in this bloggy world...

But none like you...

I never believed in words till I met you...

Now I know, that the words can either be swords....
or make the little flowers grow...

I look at my own words now
and I see the golden dust of your Wings sprinkled across them...

I just want you to know how much your grace means to me...

How much I believe
in Peace~love

and the power of Your painted words...

On wings,

Maithri

skinnylittlesister said...

And what a view the lonely flower has safely tucked under the sun and in the dirt, away from the florist green vases and wet-nap sized packets of 'flowersaver'

Samantha said...

very inspiring, beautiful art and words<3
peace&love

Justgivemepeace said...

Maithri....
Sweet Friend, if you only knew
how powerful,
how big,
your words,
thoughts,
presence is. I cannot tell you how many times...in
everyday conversation and life...
I hear you...
Moving Mountains...

Skinny....
Ahhh, you are so very very right...and the Wisdom to feel the breeze of freedom...

Samantha....Thank you so very, very much!

Maithri said...

My friend,

Say a prayer for me... Things are a little rough right now... Am in need of butterflies (just wrote about it at my place)

All my love, M

Justgivemepeace said...

Maithri...

A thousand butterflies in the sky...

I'm praying, friend, and I wrote you. Please call my name anytime.
Much Love,
Sing

Lyrically speaking said...

how sad, but lovely...melancholic

Justgivemepeace said...

lyrically...
yes, but sometimes the greatest gifts are those born of wounded hearts....
and so we grow....

Much Peace, Friend:)

OneLove said...

i just want to grab up this flower and set its stem behind my ear. let it be my eyes as we travel together.

Justgivemepeace said...

One...
Ohh.....
I bet you will one day,
in a field of weeds,
a courtyard of rusty cars,
an attic of vintage books...

you'll find the lonely flower a thousand times...
Sometimes you'll pluck her up and scoop her into your arms...
And sometimes you'll leave her just where you found her...

But you'll always be touched...