I tried to throw my window wide
But there were flowers in the way
I kind of wished they'd been inside -
Sulking outside 'neath skies of gray
They'd grown in twisted, tortuous shapes
While we'd been inside, making hay
So much to do, to cut them back
They far prefer the open glare
Than being stood in rigid stacks:
Or wrapped around in wiring tapes -
But oh, their perfume filled the air:
We walked outside,
Without a care,
We got our share.
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nice write. well done
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Nice write. I agree, flowers are better left outside but inside is good too. How wonderful to have them right outside your window.
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This just seems very sexy... the wildness that need be pruned back and how the couple inside are all wrapped up in each other. The wild growth of the outside being brought in and vice versa is an effective metaphor. Thank you.
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Yes, that's kind of true. Thanks for the lovely words. But I really must trim back these flowers! Best Wishes K.
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VERY nice, and I like the rhyming scheme you've employed here.
Good one,
Bill -
VERY nice, and I like the rhyming scheme you've employed here.
Good one,
Bill
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You are a sensitive soul really arent you. I loved this. xx
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One tries one's best, as the queen might say. But she's got gairdeners, or so I hear! Thanks for the sweet words. K.
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