
This musical instrument is a travel souvenir from Egypt in 2007. The wire art is a more recent gift I received from someone who knew that I write poetry and love flowers. Together, they are a delight for my eyes.
Flowerpoet Shelley

This musical instrument is a travel souvenir from Egypt in 2007. The wire art is a more recent gift I received from someone who knew that I write poetry and love flowers. Together, they are a delight for my eyes.
Flowerpoet Shelley

There is Peace in Understanding
and Higher Wisdom found within
when All Lives are seen as Kin.
Many a Fear surrounds us here
but there’s a Power, beyond measure,
Life’s greatest gift, our hidden treasure,
God’s own Heaven found within,
our Creator found within,
Grace and Freedom found within.
Then All Lives are seen as Kin.
April 17, 2021
Shelley Wilson

I love my slow and lazy days
when duties and demands can rest
with saddened thoughts of troubled times.
I love my slow and lazy days
when I create the many ways
to luxuriate in leisure,
to simply drift without a care
on a boat of lazy rhymes
feeling happy, light and blessed
by moments now here to share,
enjoying my inner treasure.
April 15, 2021
Shelley Wilson


The Beauty of Youth
Mythologized
and Maligned…
Youth’s Beauty
Expressed and
Divinely Blessed…
Flowers of Youth
in Spring…
the Narcissus…
March 11, 2021
Aging
Time draws fine lines
then etches deep
on forms that Beauty
tries in vain to keep
from Aging’s swift decline.
March 11, 2021
Shelley Wilson
As ever with my weavings, Victoria The Beautiful is not perfect but it’s exactly the way I want it to be. I enjoyed the unhurried and unplanned process. Although I say it’s finished, I think perhaps I will add one or two small scrolls of my poetry and some momentos I’ve yet to gather.

The fringe on the right refers the the colour feelings I identify with this city of Victoria, BC, Canada…calm, cool and collected even in challenging times. The greens represent the mosses, lichens, leaves of trees and shrubs, the pinks and whites of the cherry trees, the purplish pinks of heathers, the yellows of broom blossoms, bright pinks and oranges of the many flowers here, the grey of the sea and sky, the blue and white of the sky on sunny days, the pebbles and rocks of the beaches, the peacock colours I identify as the vibes of this beautiful city…






As I said before, it’s not perfect but it’s exactly the way I want it to be.
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