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Finding

Mornings made memories of dewy sunrise
warm expectant feelings, fresh love,
day was a budding flower;

flavoring darkness in passion of red,
blushing pink, illusion of aloof yellow sun.

Glance, then to considering, last to adoring;
one always overlooked before, and wondering how.

In moist kiss of morning, memory of red in folds,
hinting pink in barely seen lines, pallor of bright moon;
oh, please forgive me, lovely white rose.





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  • NoIQ gold member
    August 14, 2007

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    To me, there is a subtle sensuality to the piece. It is suggested by the images of "warm expectant feelings" translated into a "budding flower", and the corresponding act of " flavoring darkness in passion of red, / blushing pink...." That has just the right amount of allure for what the title suggests: "finding", which to me at least relates to finding one another. It also is hinted in the final stanza's "In moist kiss of morning, memory of red in folds, / hinting pink in barely seen lines" which just somehow suggests to me one of the most famous of glows, and one both sexes aspire to. I concede I could be wildly, wildly off base. However, I defend my interpretation with the mantra any person in my position would use: "Hey, I'm a guy." Lovely images, as noted by other commenters including the contest host.


    • Peteskid gold member
      August 14, 2007
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      Thank you NoIQ

      I think you have a keen eye and your instincts serve you quite well...PK


  • Nicolette gold member
    August 13, 2007

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    You've created some wonderful images here for the reader to enjoy. I especially liked all the colours, as well as the many ways one can interpret this poem...both literal and metaphorical. I'm quite sure the rose will grant forgiveness as the white rose is innocence and purity itself (and my favourite colour rose). Such a lovely poem - thank you so much for sharing.

    ~ Nicolette


  • Heart Sutra
    August 12, 2007

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    This is sweet. I like the perspective of asking the white rose for forgiveness.



  • Night Hope gold member
    August 10, 2007
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    "In moist kiss of morning, memory of red in folds,
    hinting pink in barely seen lines, pallor of bright moon"

    Lovely descriptions throughout this piece. With such a poignant plea, how could she not? Good luck in Nic's contest, Poet. Wanda

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