She breathes honeybees
and silver droplets with
ear to splintered wood,
swinging in September’s
eye, some go off to listen,
some to float without
knowing why. She kneels
among weeds and waits for
lilies to arise.
She breathes honeybees
and silver droplets with
ear to splintered wood,
swinging in September’s
eye, some go off to listen,
some to float without
knowing why. She kneels
among weeds and waits for
lilies to arise.
ah…lovely connection with nature in this…this is def a kind of ressurrection that i know…immersed in life and the cycles…
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Simple but touches on a deep understanding of nature’s renewal. Love it.
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Thanks, y’all. The nature references are metaphors for the details of a relationship.
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“She breathes honeybees”…. oooh, I love it! Fantastic imagery. Tight write.
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High praise coming from you, Stephen, and I appreciate it!
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I love the let-it-all-wash-over-me nature of this poem.
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I love this !
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Super pretty poem. I love all the sharpness at the beginning – the splintering of the year. k.
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She is beautiful!… I love this :)
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Wonderful! All senses engaged and swimming in the imagery…
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Deliciously evocative. Read a few times and played with the imagery in my own imagination hope you don’t mind.
Fell here through openlink but I’ll find my way back to read more.
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Not only do I not mind, I love it! Isn’t that what poetry should do?! Thanks for your comment, Hudson.
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