Category: Artistic

Of its Blossoming Hue!

Picture taken by WCR

Of how it perpetually fills, butterflies traversing heart’s tumbling thrills. Its hills alive, echoing the sound of love’s breathless melody. Mountains yielding one’s soul ever-rest, heart of a warrior doing its best. Never needing tip toe, just let faith conquer life’s unbeatable foe, with the strength of love’s poetic sway. Fear giving way, to the breadth of its glorious sublime, time after time. One’s joy nourishing, one’s confidence flourishing. Heart and soul relishing love’s nurturing need, never needing to act coy. Beautiful springs, cascading falls, flowing of love’s tranquil river. A sliver of its nature, flowery essence of its beauty. Picturesque lilies drenched in its substance, hovering deep places. Bellowing seas, blossoming trees, colored leaves, fragrant ever-needs, favorite things made of these. Fresh herbs, loving verbs, passionate nerds, love’s gentleness never left perturbed. Enveloped compassion, developed passion, love’s confident expression. Pathway to empowerment, illuminated journey way of encouragement, life’s paralleled gateway to enlightenment. Love gifts the soul, beauty wrapped in a bow, kept close to one’s heart. Treasured nuances of its meaning, love presenting itself as its most meaningful offering; muse of its blossoming hue! 

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Within the Contours!

Within the contours of my why, love’s divine meaning. Within the shape of my heart, the mosaic essence within love’s crimson hue. Within silhouette of my soul’s rhythmic significance, nuances of my love’s expression. Within the curves of my mind’s eye, the texturized reference of my love’s overarching context. Within the form of my being, the melodic nature of love’s perpetual breadth. Within profile of my poetic notion, my love’s deepest eMotion. Within the contoured beauty of love’s existence, the captivating grace of its purity, tracing the artistic character of my heart’s posture; contours of my why!

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Freedom’s Verb!

Freedom’s Verb

Freedom a path, winding but designed so one’s heart to earnestly follow. Freedom a place, where feet can’t journey, only the composition of one’s soul, has the fortitude to traverse the breadth of its rugged plain. Freedom a word, but even if deeply held, belief in it can still spell disaster, its framework not being the right context. Freedom a song; many hearts learn the chorus, but yet, its rhythm makes so many loose sight of its most crucial verse; I AM. Genuine freedom, won’t concede to know just its liberty, but demand to have its total liberation: mind, body, soul. We all have the freedom to act, that’s just a fact. The question is this, does your heart and soul’s verbiage, proclaim it has the power to choose: self-governance, or subjugated chains of bondage. Every heart, endowed with the proverbial wings of an eagle, only for them to be clipped, chasing meaningless things. Profound freedom could never come to fruition, until indwelling becomes the essence of love’s heartfelt expression. Freedom’s verb, its independence predicated not just on its existence, but our innermost clinging to its true dependence. Love’s origin story, leaving a deep imprint on the pages of our heart and soul, to resonate until the end of time!

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By Design; Colored Leaves!

Over a Barrel

Over a barrel? Love harvested like a sunflower, blossoms within its grace and mercy. Keepsake’s of a heart and soul, found within the fabric of love’s provision. Its timeless harvest, in seasons, and its reason. Textured love, layered with compassion, beautifies. Deepened moments painted, with the vibrant colors of its true beauty. Its simplicity is this, what the lens of love doesn’t miss. The nuances of its kiss, emboldens the tapestry of its bliss. The flowery expressions of love, beyond stereotypical lens, what life’s perception oversimplifies!  

*** This first share, a picture I took earlier in October, modified to be this texturized design!

Leaves

In time the fall, moments cascading, that leaves an impression on sands of time. In space the haste, breadth in motion. In time the waste, breath in emotion, leaves. Nostalgia that visits, love that welcomes, heart that embraces, leaves breathless hues. Hearts in bloom, revealed in pages of love’s leafage, within its collective foliage. Loved one’s hue, life holding a special place in one’s soul, the beauty of their love lingering deeply. The desire, once again be touched by the silhouette of their presence, yet it’s, leaves… resting gently in peace. Soiled memories, fluttered hearts, souls laid bare. Gathering love’s true colors, graceful leaves!

*** This share, infused whimsical moments in time, of colors, of lives, autumn’s hue. A reflection of love, of loss, of what metaphorically LEAVES, an impression of heart and soul as a whole!

* By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each are pieces of different elements; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. To be a legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards