The Bloom Of Youth By Adeline Foster

Your day will come little girl, little girl, 

Be patient today and tomorrow.

Sip gently the nectar of awakening love, 

Deep drafts are harbingers of sorrow.*

Guard wisely the blush of your opening bud-

One blossom is all you’re allotted.

The body betrays and the heart is deceived

In throes of first passion besotted.

For many a dewdrop of love comes your way 

To pluck at impatient heart strings, 

But dew drops evaporate in the sun’s ray, 

Sip gently awaiting well-springs.

That first gentle thrill as your petals unfurl, 

Like a breeze passing over the skin, 

Can turn to a tempest and rage uncontrolled

To lead you astray from within.

Pluck not the bud and hand careless away-

No bud that is plucked ever blossoms

‘Til down the footpaths of your slated day

True love will at last come a-walking.

This poem really moved me and resonated with me and my little self. The purity can be felt through the poem as it associates youth with a flower due to bloom. How one must be patient in life for one’s true love.

I felt inspired to paint a flower from my imagination, wasn’t so sure what flower I was painting but it seems to be a cross between a peony and a rosy. I used silvery sheen to highlight the preciousness of the flower apparent in the lives of all young girls and young women.

Hello everyone,

Today is a significant day as i have been notified by Word Press that it is my one year anniversary of my blog. It has been going since last February 5th 2019. And in all honesty it has been a blessing to have this blog in my life. I didn’t think I would be able to keep a level of consistency in posting and thought I would run dry out of ideas rather quickly. I think what really helped is first having each and every one of you who sought interest in what I wanted to share with you all, be all eyes and ears. It helped to bring momentum into the execution of my blog posts. Hearing feedback in person or online drove me to pursue in writing more. I have immensely enjoyed writing. Stemming ideas from the little corner of my mind and bringing words to life on my blog has largely been refreshing and invigorating for my soul. It’s almost a release of tension, a little brain yoga brings inner peace, as hippie as it sounds, its true heheh.. I find comfort knowing a poem or internal thoughts, could potentially radiate good vibes to a stranger, an acquaintance, a friend, a family member is a pleasant feeling. For I intend to make the world a little bit of a brighter place in portraying a clean image via social media by scratching the surface slightly, exposing you to a reality thats tough but can be diffused by a spark of hope I want you to feel from my poetry, art , photos and internal thoughts. I want to improve my writing skills, and I aim to do so by using my blog as an outlet, a tool to convey my bubble to you all as I meander my way round a world filled with discoveries I yearn to reveal to you, my friend. God Bless and Thank you for all your attention. Here’s to many more blog posts, hehe keep your eyes peeled. Big love, Miranda x

The moment a caterpillar is released from it’s cocoon, a boom of colour explodes into the open air as an exquisite form of a butterfly pirouettes its wings into magnitude, flaunts it’s natural flair of beauty, unique to the beholder, and serenades itself into the blue skies as nature sings to such an entrance. The butterfly becomes one with life beyond the confines of its cocoon, harmonising with a freedom so sweet, they dance to the wind beneath their wings.

The day in the life of Miranda can kind of typically resonate with a bog standard life of a caterpillar. I eat, and crawl to places where I need to be and eat.. and just get on with ordinary life. How ordinary I look omydays, how I look the same all the time omydays, how mundane can life be right now for me? Simple living. Living the caterpillar life. Alas, change is coming and I need to literally enter my cocoon. God only knows what is going to happen next but it better be bloody good. I take a chance on looking at my life at a different perspective. When storms are brewing and the rain pours down upon the areas of my life where the sun don’t shine, I feel crap. However change is going to come. Change will come. And I will make change happen. And good change it shall be. Because no matter how many times I hear ‘be positive, Miranda’, I subconsciously feel kinda hopeful actually. The caterpillar in me wraps my self with a protective barrier of positive thoughts and a good drilling from the universe telling me ‘get a grip of yourself, life ain’t all that bad, Miranda’. In this cocoon, it’s dark. However protective I feel, I am also vulnerable to the darkness I am blinded by. It’s an inner conflict to feel positive yet extinguish negative thoughts prancing in my mind. My body doesn’t want to work with my mind. Imbalance. I need to break free. And break free I shall. There comes a time when I do eventually release from my cocoon and I’d like to think we all have these moments..but that feeling of freedom is so sweet, one must savour it. Sometimes, it’s humanity unravelling your worries. A simple smile. A laugh. A compliment. A good shoulder to cry on. A little bit inside of you..becomes…free.

When you become free like a butterfly, only a happiness can be felt if you allow yourself to appreciate the small things that make a huge difference to your life. As Winnie the Pooh quotes ‘sometimes the most smallest things take up the most room in your heart’. The sentiment behind daily living can be found in every nook and cranny within the house of your home. The circles of your friendship. And the unconditional love within your family. I shall not regret the moments I felt like being a caterpillar doing my day to day business. But when you release your self from the cocoon of crazy self-conflict between your mind and body, happiness can be and is like a butterfly.

Butterfly, spread your wings

Flutter the colour defining your beauty

Dancing into the blue skies

Greeting the audience of flowers

You have got the power

To send Mother Nature on its knees

As buzzing bees buzz with delight

At your stunning sight

Butterfly, you are free

To flee with glee and see the world as open as a flower

For you to dance around

To your heart’s content

Butterfly, flutter by

Flutter by, Butterfly

Hello.

Goodbye.

Beautiful butterfly.