Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | July 15, 2021

When Blooms Remember Spring

When blooms remember spring

In the golden summer light

I see visions of kaleidoscopic days

Awash in floral hues and natural blues alike

 

 

I breathe the scented daydreams of our youth

The verdant promise an expanse of years

Where the horizon floats almost out of sight

And if I close my eyes I think I might

Feel your arm encircling my waist,

A lingering taste as we slowly escape time

 

 

I long to see the flowers lit by luminescent light

Untouched by summer’s burning gaze, the meadow grass delights

If we could live for countless days in such a lovely shire

I would be blessed to call this home until my years expire

 

 

Poem and photos by Juliann Budimir, July 14, 2021.  All rights reserved.

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These lovely blooms inspired my poem. Photo and poem by Juliann Budimir, July 14, 2021. All rights reserved.
Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | June 16, 2021

Butterfly

When will you fly, my sweet butterfly

On the petals of a breeze

Do you perceive the humming,

Lilting whispers of a dream?

 


Your cocoon is gone from Babylon

There is no hiding now

Come join me, we can be free

In Eldorado town

 


We take our flight where love alights

Beyond the silver sea

Where fallen sighs sing lullabies

On softly fanning wings

 

Poem and photo by Juliann Budimir, June 15, 2021.  All rights reserved.

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | May 27, 2021

Windswept

Where, in the windswept scent of youth

Did we reach the zenith of our days

Soaring on the faintly fragrant breeze

Awash in summer light and bathed by the alabaster moon

 

We spoke too soon of eternity

The waxen wings falling from our flesh

And we descend to fields of lilacs

Their perfume softening our distress

 

Let us live amongst the flowers

As long as we’re on Earth

Their buds are inspiration

Their blooms are our rebirth

Poem and photo by Juliann Budimir, May 26, 2021.  All rights reserved.

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These beautiful matilija poppies inspired my poem. Photo by Juliann Budimir, May 26, 2021.
Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | April 16, 2021

Centering

See with the center of your soul.

Words and photo by Juliann Budimir, April 15, 2021. All rights reserved.

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Photo by Juliann Budimir, April 2021.
Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | April 13, 2021

Lingering Questions

I close my eyes and see again

The memories of when

On uncovered carousels we glide

Off the pages of a dream

Where youth knows no end –

Or so it seems

We sing the syncopated hymn

Of yesteryear

So fairly near

To all we wished for

Is the star still there?

Or did it fall, shooting past us?

Did we miss our dream?

Or have we not seen it

With the sun shining so brightly in our eyes?

Poem and photo by Juliann Budimir, April 13, 2021.  All rights reserved.

Photo by Juliann Budimir, April 2021

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | March 30, 2021

Becoming

When will the flowers that we see

Become the blossoms we can be

Awash in summer light

In a world that’s always spring

Fragrant with the windswept scent of youth

That tickles the nose like

Grass between our toes on a picnic date

We seek to hold life’s memories in our hands

To touch in visceral delight

The monuments of little things

Desiring no less than eternity for our dreams

Sometimes it seems we might entice

The hand-drawn sunsets of our days

Into earthly delights before

Our petals open to the sun and one by one

With outstretched grace

Reveal our core

Forevermore

Poem and photo by Juliann Budimir, March 30, 2021. All rights reserved.

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Photo by Juliann Budimir, March 2021. All rights reserved.
Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | March 23, 2021

The Fall of Spring

When can we breathe the sweet perfume
On a delightful afternoon
With an innocence we once knew
Long before Fall came to Spring?

I dream of many things, wondrous meanderings
Until half-punctuated joys
Are pierced by sorrows without reason
Long before their blooms were through

The ache of scented days gone by
Wafting on winds to far away climes
We wait in vain for hopeful news
Instead, the truth and roses are malaligned

Photo and flash poetry for Boulder, Colorado by Juliann Budimir, March 22, 2021.  All rights reserved.

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Photo by Juliann Budimir, March 2021.

Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | March 15, 2021

Spring Forward

Spring forward with the sun

Our days outrun the shadowy recesses of time. 

We wean a weary winter long past due

The shriveled earth is born anew

In days outstretched like hands that reach for mine

Poem & photo by Juliann Budimir, March 2021.  All rights reserved.

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | February 26, 2021

La Serenissima

I was inspired by photos of Venice to write a bit of flash poetry today. It took me back to a time many years ago.

Venice, Italy. Photo by Juliann Budimir, 1994. All rights reserved.

What if I had stayed there a thousand years ago?

When nights were old and we were young

Younger than the sun ablaze on the piazza

The lilting leitmotif of a violin

Hanging in the humid air

Like the notes of songs unsung

We rest until we run

To other starry skies

Other nights

Where did you take flight?

Or do you remain

A monument to what we thought was love

In the thin moonlight slipping through our fingers

Unspoken prayers to an earthly divine

La Serenissima will always be mine

Where the lonely linger long after we are gone

Poem by Juliann Budimir, February 26, 2021. All rights reserved.

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir - IG: @laphotowriter | February 16, 2021

Snow Angels

In the flower of youth

What happens when there is no echo in reply?

When you look to all the lovely things

The brimming hearts, meanderings

Holidays warmed with hearthside chocolate

Hot in Christmas mugs as

Snow angels leave their imprint on our souls

We are touched by the innocent who knows

That loneliness touches even the softest hand

Catches the even the surest foot

In its clutches

Before it goes

And in our solitude we seek

To warm the hands that we once held

To feel the arms that wrapped us in their youth

To live with more than memories

That leave us in a world distorted by loss

We seek a hope we think we’ve lost

Until the glint of sun on a snow angel’s wings

Reminds us that love endures

And as sunlight melts away the shapes of childhood

Our snow angel takes flight

On wings not quite opaque

Through sunlight our son alights

Poem by Juliann Budimir, February 16, 2021. All rights reserved.

My heart goes out to my friends on their monumental loss.
Photo by Juliann Budimir, 2020. All rights reserved.

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