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Whispers From A Dying Bloom - Silver

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In the secret language of flowers,
tongue of masculinity resides
in perfect expression
of what catches the feminine eye.

Sufi draped and stalled wait
for sunshine to regenerate
words for peace

after palmy leaves
release their bundle into light
to rust in sealed-lip consecration
of prayers in regal costume.

Oh, that is the way of the world:
When hope is tender, taut and true
freshly released from coddle
we are splendid in our desires
to be beautifully unbent,

only to be whipped and warped
by acidic breath of those
who wish us ill

in greed and envy
for perfection
that is polluted
by sad, surrendered wishes

whispered from a dying bloom.















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Art credit: "Calla Lillies No. 1" by Sondra Wampler

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  • kaibab silver member
    August 31, 2008

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    Powerful is the uncoddled truth in strenght of wiser finger, calling word to blend with paper, in offered blooms of earthen humanity...I love this one scribe...congrats on the silver


  • Night Hope gold member
    August 31, 2008
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    First of all, let me thank you for your entry into my contest. I appreciate the time & effort that you spent on your poem immensely, because I completely recognize & understand the symptoms as being my own, as well. lol

    Also, please let me apologize & ask for your understanding this somewhat generic comment; I have a migraine & need to get this contest judged so I can get to bed. I don't have a lot of time or energy to be online these days. Which is partly why I'm commenting at 3 am.

    This is the part that gained my admiration the most:

    "Oh, that is the way of the world:
    When hope is tender, taut and true
    freshly released from coddle
    we are splendid in our desires
    to be beautifully unbent"


    You are obviously a gifted writer; I thank you sincerely for sharing this part of your Self with the rest of us lost, angelic souls...Keep penning...This world needs all the Poets & Scribes it can hold. Especially now.

    Be good to yourself & those around you; it really does matter, as you know.

    ~ Wanda



  • parenchma
    August 14, 2008

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    You have to be over 50 to appreciate this fully. Not that the youngsters can't enjoy... far from it!
    'Taut' punched me. The knot I trust my life to for 35 years is called the 'taut line hitch'. Yep, I knew you would feel it.


  • no longer a member
    August 12, 2008

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    sad surrendered wishes - whispered from a dying bloom.

    It seems so final. Such a good poem. I enjoyed it so much. Thank you for this journey. ~Bramble

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