as the season turns
with eyes,
on the calla
they have no hands,
to stroke such
splendor
and with my nose,
pressed against her
bulbous cup
this fragrance of spring,
melts-
winter’s lonely
away
Author notes
where does the white go when the snow melts?
where does love go when love disappears?
in breaths of a flower
A contest entry
- where does the white go when the snow melts? by Nicolette.
1500 points, ended March 6, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Yes...the calla lily - my favourite flower and native to South Africa!
How can this flower poem of yours not make itself sit in my eyes, Mal? The fragrance of this one, just like that of love's flowers will always stay with us, with me.
Thank you for this lovely poem.
~ Nicolette
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you're welcome
i believe love lives in breaths of flowers
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Very interesting write and extremely thought provoking for this reader.
I love pieces like this that have underlying thoughts within the stanzas.. Just beautiful.
Good luck in the contest.
Much love,
Soulful Woman
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Simply beautiful...
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Great write
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that is a good question?
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Beautiful...
sigh~
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