Velvet rosemary blooms,
Each branch tip clustered with
Silent choirs of profound.
Secrets will be revealed;
Each fragrant unfold brings
Lavender mysteries.
Opening inside, where
Fresh pollen kernels flush
Yearn to pulse forth with life.
Oh, receptive vessels
Understand their calling;
Receive their humble gift.
Will you appreciate
Impromptu miracles?
Sentient messages
Delivered fresh with love?
Oh, gentle reminder:
Mother always knows best.
The rosemary bush I watched all summer outside did not bloom. I bought her in about a month ago. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve watched buds forming on her. This morning I see some buds are blossoming. Best Thanksgiving gift ever, from our Mysterious Mother.
Spirit’s Vessel, a poetry form created by Christina R Jussaume on April 7, 2008, consists of three stanzas of six lines each of six syllables each. These stanzas must start with the letters VESSEL OF YOUR last word is 6 letters and your choice. The poem must be uplifting in content and spiritual in nature. It may be with or without rhyme. Rhyme is a plus. It should be left justified.
Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open Link Night.
Tao Talk 
I have never thought of Rosemary blooming… looks like a wonderful flower.
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I hadn’t either until it bloomed.
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And I loved to see it bloom
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What a wonderful gift! Happy Thanksgiving. (K)
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Thank you, K ❤
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Beautifully done! Thanks.
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Thank you, Ron.
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A precious gift from nature to behold. I love the form and the meaning of the first letters. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thank you, Grace.
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A beautiful poem Li. Mother does knows best.
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Thank you, Sadje ❤
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You’re welcome
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Impromptu miracles! Just savouring that thought makes my day. Thank you for writing
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Sangeetha, so happy you enjoyed the poem.
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I don’t think I have ever seen the Rosemary bloom. How pretty Lisa! ☺️💕
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I’ve seen a few blossoms here and there on it, but never like this.
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“Impromptu miracles” are the best and mother does know the best! A beautiful verse for a beautiful unexpected gift on Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving, Li, to you and yours. ❤️
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Thanks much, Punam, and Happy Thanksgiving back to you ❤
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You are welcome and thank you. ❤️
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Your poem is so full of life. I really liked it.
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Thanks much, Tanmay.
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Ah, the ending is just perfect!
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Jay, so happy you liked it. Thank you.
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Your rosemary needed the warmth of your aura, your space. How utterly delightful and another form to try!!!!
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Such lovely sentiments, Helen. Thank you ❤
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Velvet rosemary blooms,
Each branch tip clustered with
Silent choirs of profound.
In slowing down I am able to notice the gifts of the natural world around me. It sounds like you were very present to what rosemary could offer you based on your word choice here.
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Ali, you’re absolutely right, the gift was clear and very much appreciated.
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I feel whole reading this, the words speak a body/natural language. The part about opening inside particularly.
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Paul, thank you very much, glad it resonated with you.
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You have such a gift of words… Silent choirs of profound….It doesn’t get much better than that.
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❤ Max, thank you. You are a kind-hearted person and always make me feel better.
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I just tell the truth! It would be a splendid lyric.
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You write a song around it and we’ll share writing credits.
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We will look into that. I was left a really good laptop by TJ…the guy that I worked with and I’m setting my music recording on that laptop so I will be working on things again.
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AWESOME. I’d love to work with you on some songs.
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We might try it Lisa…I’m putting it all together and installing all the software
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Love this poem concept
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Thank you!
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Your rosemary plant is thriving very well! So good to see and hear you read your poem today on the live meeting.
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Thanks much, Dwight. Still haven’t worked the bugs out on the live reading but practice makes perfect 🙂
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I still can’t figure out how to get my name to show up!
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You had me with the first three lines!
And then,,,,rosemary has lavendar flowers….now you’ve referenced two of my favorite herbs to grow: and two of my favorite herbal scents: rosemary and lavendar! 🙂
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🙂 happy to hear it, Lillian.
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What pretty purple flowers it gave you! Rosemary is perfect even naked. I love everything about it. Your poem describes it beautifully Lisa. Oh, and yes, Mother knows best ☺️❤️
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Christine, thank you so much ❤
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I love those ‘Lavender mysteries,’ Lisa – I am always in awe of those with green fingers 🙂 it was great to hear you read as well!
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Ingrid thank you. I was looking a little scruffy and decided at the last minute to participate. I’m glad I did.
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A beautiful gift from mother nature. Rosemary for remembrance. 💙
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Thanks much, Merril.
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You’re welcome!
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I asbolutely love the idea and notion of “Lavender mysteries.” STUNNING write, Lisa ❤️❤️
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Sanaa, thanks much. I really enjoyed hearing you read your rose petals in the snow poem. Truly heartfelt to hear you read it ❤
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Aww! Thank you so much, Lisa 🥰🥰
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You’re very welcome ❤
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This is an interesting form, and you’ve used it well.
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Thanks, Ken. I wrote this while it was blooming.
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love “impromptu miracles” 👏👏🌸💐🌸a great piece that opens and enchants just as the velvet rosemary!
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Thanks much, Tricia. Enchanting is a good word for what it does.
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One of my favourite herbs, Lisa; I have a pot of rosemary on the kitchen windowsill. We used to have a huge bush of it in the garden of a house we once lived in, and it bloomed. I love the way you describe ‘Each branch tip clustered with / Silent choirs of profound’ and the ‘Fresh pollen kernels … Yearn to pulse forth with life’ – I can almost smell it!
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SMiles MSJADELI
So True ‘The Great Mother’
Never Provides A Copyright
For How She WeedS and FLoWeRS
For Her Gifts aRe ALWayS UNiQuE
Original Non-Repeatable At Best Every Human
Breath iNHaLinG Peace EXHaLinG LoVE iN FLoW
LeSSoNS
From ‘The Tao’
BRinGS From Within Free Art Yes
Nature’s Breath Winging Feathering
And Always New to Wilt Or Bloom Now
As Winter Alternates With Spring in Our
North Florida Emerald Green Gulf Coast
Yet The Water The Waves The Ocean Gulf
Remain Emerald Green With Sugar White Sand
Beach Snow Hot To Touch in Summer Breath
It’s Not Hard
to Find This
Great Mother
At The Beach
Open Arms Year
Around LoVinG Peace
Could Be Different in Dried
Up Deserts i Suppose Where
Humans Comes to Believe They
Are the Tallest Creature in Existence to Breathe
Oh This Living Tree All The Branches And Leaves
Spreading Roots Below As Vines Grow Even More
Forest
Whole
Oceans
Deep
Waves
Water All
Falling From
Skies of Life
Just This
Present
Gift Yes
Naked New Now
Enough Whole Yes
Complete Always
Evolving More As
Winter Brown Becomes Spring
Green Again Summer FLoWeRS
Falling
Petals
Live
CoLoRinG NeW Again
Roots FLoWeRinG Now Yes
With Human SMiLes True to Be i Am…
When i Respond ThiS Way At Best it Seems
Like it Might Be A ‘Given’ How Much Credit
It is to the Poetry
of YouR Soul
That inspires
Mine In this
Breath Yes of
Life iNHaLinG
Peace Exhaling
LoVE Free New Now Yet Like
The Great Mother Yes Nah No
Need to Provide A Copy Right
Of What i Do as i Don’t Own
The Nature of Who i Am i only
Borrow
This
Breath
To Exhale For Free…
It’s Amazing How Much
We Will Accomplish in Loving Life
If We Never Own it And Give It All Away Free…
iN Flow Now New With
NO ROADBLocKS
Not Unlike
‘The Tao’
(Nature)
mY FRiEnD
Breathes Free At Best..:)
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❤ ❤ ❤ love this verse! So full of positive energy. "Beach Snow Hot To Touch in Summer Breath" never looked at summer sand that way before 🙂
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SMiles Dear msjadeli
Thanks For Your Kind
Welcome To Commune
in Soul Of Poetry
How Deep
Roots
Grow
Living
Leaves
Vine Free
Always A Pleasure
To Visit Your Gifts☺️🏝🙌
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I feel you are invoking Spring with this poem, Lisa! A lovely poem and poetry form 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra. I brought Spring inside this year with some of the herbs.
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A blooming Rosemary! Certainly a blessing, Jade! Obviously you’ve done a good deed and perhaps other good things are coming your way also after this! Best wishes to you, Ma’am!
Hank
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Hank your comment is a blessing, thank you 🙂
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