When the mind drifts
to trace
the wild plum blossom’s scent
and thoughts ramble
between wild
never severed branches
I come
with the sweet springtime air
to set on your palm
white petals
and promised kisses
with the sweetness
of ripe indigo fruit.
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A contest entry
- Word Paint Contest # 64 by Ronald Wiseman.
5250 points, ended April 13, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - love's singing fountain by ichigosama.
610 points, ended July 29, 2008, 26 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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ichigosama
a sweet and refreshing poem. i think my fav part is white petals and promised kisses. i like that lot and keep it up!!!! thanks for entering!!!!
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Ahhh!! This is very beautiful! This reminds me of one of Nic's poems... with all the "kisses" and "spring"s! Very beautiful, congrats on the bronze, Sonja.
- namita
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I can almost smell the plum trees. Devine penning. Congratulations.
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I loved this congratulations on your award,
what a wonderful word paint contest this was.
Blessings,
Frozentearz -
This poem is soft and filled with wonderful satin hues. OH just a dreamy delight to read and enjoy. EXACTLY what color poetry should be in beautifully scripted free verse. Well done poet! Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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How did I miss this one, Sonja? Lovely poetry that is both soft and sensual...wild and plum and love...what a magical combination!
~ Nicolette
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oh dear, I must run to the frig and get a plum to eat now your poetry is mouthwatering sweet. Shisters I can not come up with any adjectives right now.
I bet you come home with a shinny new trophy for this.
Tamara
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I think indigo is going to become my summer word such great imagery held within this one
this was lovely, a wonderful job. best of luck to you in the contest
Blessings,
Frozentearz
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SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!
I can just picture in my mind this tree with its tender, juicy fruit hanging from its branches and I am handing to the one who owns my heart the soft, beautiful flowers of the tree.
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nice work. I like the "never severed branches" line; it speaks volumes.
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What a beautiful fragrance & color this poem has..lovely...
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promises
I like that.
I am sure ready for the promises of summer while I enjoy the spring today.
Jim
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"and thoughts ramble
between wild
never severed branches"
Poignant & moving, my Friend. My mother used to make wild plum jellies & preserves...I can still taste the sweetness...Good luck in Ron's contest, Sweetie. Wanda
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