Lovely, Teresa. Have you ever heard the petals fall? It is, for me and strangely enough, comforting.
Yes, I understand ... :)
There is, considering the simple elegance of metaphorical objects in the poem, a surprising amount of passion. I'm moved in a way that is not entirely conscious. Good work!
Thank you so much, Geo. :)
"wild petals" is a novel way to express the idea of falling petals. Nice job!
Thank you, Kate!
I love this, and I came back to tell you so. Something about "wild petals" falling evokes a sense of passionate nights I don't even remember specifically. Damn, lady, you've got skills!
Thank you, Nancy, so much ... and again, Happy Anniversary to you and Peter.
Gorgeous photo and thoughts!
Thanks, Terry ... so good to see you here again ...
This poem speaks of fine elegance in color, moment and action. Falling petals highlighted strongly without the need to mention of the flower again. The wild petals fall humbly kissing Mother Earth, and that's a moment where the finest and grossest kiss each other. Superb!!
Thank you so much for this lovely comment.
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