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low, white, and red blossoming vines — our veined river cruises of succor, salvation.</p><p id="51e8">Interconnection’s rippling shores recognized, tended, abloom like pansies in frost.</p><p id="3d82">The frosting upon caked earth amended. <i>Amen.</i> So be it. Please.</p><p id="bbb4">©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2022</p><p id="2e8f">Thank you, Paper Poetry — <a href="undefined">Suntonu Bhadra</a>, <a href="undefined">Indubala Kachhawa</a>, and <a href="undefined">Carolyn Hastings</a> — for a synchronistic prompt. Arriving, as it did, during a visit to my mother, where the painting hangs in a prominent place on a living room wall.</p><div id="7afb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/connecting-with-a-sunflower-8753837eb966"> <div> <div> <h2>Connecting With a Sunflower</h2> <div><h3>Gifts of happiness and optimism as we remember mothers</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div>

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SEASONS BARREN & LUSH

Mother Gaia Reframed

A poem inspired by my mother’s painting

Art courtesy of my mother, Marlene Boles

The Greek Old Testament usually translates amen as “so be it” Encyclopedia Britannica

She’s dressed in gossamer winter whites, brocade skirt spilling lava flows of wine reds. Poised

to whiteout an i and pose as spring – broad hat presaging green brims for barren limbs, intoxicating summer’s thirst for shade. A scarlet tanager, a treed pom-pom.

Sunflower fingers potted in her lush, shadowed lap – a bouquet of assurance and supplication.

Together let’s transform what fences us within Parched-peeling-bark spirits yearning. Yellow, white, and red blossoming vines — our veined river cruises of succor, salvation.

Interconnection’s rippling shores recognized, tended, abloom like pansies in frost.

The frosting upon caked earth amended. Amen. So be it. Please.

©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2022

Thank you, Paper Poetry — Suntonu Bhadra, Indubala Kachhawa, and Carolyn Hastings — for a synchronistic prompt. Arriving, as it did, during a visit to my mother, where the painting hangs in a prominent place on a living room wall.

Connecting With a Sunflower

Gifts of happiness and optimism as we remember mothers

medium.com

Thank you, dearest readers, for hanging with me at mama’s. Love.

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