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!
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!
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!!
Lovely, Teresa. Have you ever heard the petals fall? It is, for me and strangely enough, comforting.
ReplyDeleteYes, I understand ... :)
DeleteThere 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!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Geo. :)
Delete"wild petals" is a novel way to express the idea of falling petals. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kate!
DeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nancy, so much ... and again, Happy Anniversary to you and Peter.
DeleteGorgeous photo and thoughts!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Terry ... so good to see you here again ...
DeleteThis 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!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this lovely comment.
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