` Cotton Blooms `
The garden in my past dosen't have the colors of spring , it has the feel of pointed edges of those cotton bolls blooming between my fingers, those are the days I recall, as I yearn for those white meadows vocalizing this poetry which I hold in spiritual harmony...
Those glorious cottom blooms the Sakura of the South, the original sin of gardening, with an appearance of innocence breathing life into our souls...
That white magnificent fluffy flower, nature's artificial snowballs blossoming into the Southern summer's heat tossed into playful exhibitions, often caught in a dancing sky amidst our imaginations...
Those cotton fields, so elegantly rendered into Artist's portraits, with its hazy and languid purity, the transient pinnacles of grace promising sanguinity into our lives....
Reclining in the farmer's field as if to cloak into a sea of white clouds, striking a chord that no other crop can, ripening our souls with its simple white prominence...
That soft Southern Sakura breathing life into our souls, a gift of nature to be admired for its grace, respected for its storied yore....
Collaboration
Words - sjbeaux
Art - Kinga Vnuk (@kingavnuk)
- Thoughts -
I was intrigued to learn that so many people have never seen cotton growing in a field. So I thought I'd do a poem about it because cotton and I go way back! My Father's family were Cotton Farmers. To me, cotton is a gift of nature to be admired for its beauty, but respected for its storied history.
- Inspiration -
This beautiful piece of inspiring art is from the multi-talented Artist Kinga Vnuk's collection. I encourage you to visit her Instagram Page @kingavnuk or her website at : kingaevnuk.com
You will not be disappointed.
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