Thursday, May 07, 2015

In the studio today

The Memory of Flowers 

Deep within my soul
there are flowers,
fallen petals
and sinuous stems,
reaching and twisting back through time
back through mind and memory.

Spring walks in my mothers arms,
stretching tiny hands high to blossoms out of reach
brought forth by love and caring.

Then, darkness and fear
and thorns
and tears
never again to feel that joy
of the blossom teasing in the breeze.

Never to forget the memory of flowers.
                                                                                                                         T.John ©2015


"The Memory of Flowers" DETAIL


No.1-"The Memory of Flowers lives deep within my soul"
Ink on cardboard.


No.2- "The Memory of Flowers"
Ink on cardboard.