Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read Contests Groups Learn Forums Store Help
 

Poetic Pearl

Missing image

I held seashells to my ear;
poetry was the pearl, whispered

wishing, always
upon the brightest star
after everyone else walked away

no one believed I saw it fall.

On honeysuckle mornings,
peeking through shades at sunshine
as grass tickled bare feet

Even then, the scent lured me

velvet petals plucked
between my fingers

"he loves me, he loves me not,
he loves me!"
and I left a trail of flowers;
wore a white lace table runner
for a veil.

Grandma cried;
made me kneel and pray
for wealth, knowledge

and taught me to be a lady.

So, I spoke softly, stepped gently
but, with a little sway
fond of my femininity.

Some of us were born romantics.


♥♥


~




Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape

Author notes

""Hopes are crystals found in dreams
used to seed tomorrow. We foolishly
break them, when we say it can’t be true."
- Thomas Burson


Image credit: http://www.shineonchild.blogspot.com/

In a list

A contest entry

Please tell me what you think

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments

1 - 12 of 12
  • Virginia Logsdon
    October 29
    Edit | Reply

    Amazing poetry and such beautiful word play!

    I truely enjoyed reading this poem. Lovely and I could see this all like a moving picture!

  • no one believed I saw it fall.

    On honeysuckle mornings,
    peeking through shades at sunshine
    as grass tickled bare feet

    Even then, the scent lured me

    A sheer excellence dazzling like diamond in a gold. It's a pure ecstasy. Congrats on the trophy.

    Love you.

  • OMG! This is awesome!! Like a soft whispering breeze

    ~Keep shining~
    Best,
    Sophie


  • daviscth
    June 2

    Edit | Reply
    Congratulations on your silver cup for this amazing poem. The imagery is very beautiful. I really liked:

    On honeysuckle mornings,
    peeking through shades at sunshine
    as grass tickled bare feet


  • tomisb
    May 30

    Edit | Reply
    I love the combining with imagery and symbols the little girl's dreams with the adult's reality. The use of the grandmother made a rich pivot point upon which the whole poem rotated nicely. You give us personal lore with the breath of a fairy tale.
    The admission in the last verse is almost fait accompli and unnecessary.

    We have to trust our audience to gather the nuances like daisies. When we provide the bouquet, they should realize what we have laid before them. Of course, if we are too arrogant, we shall be alone in a land of dunces.

    Love,
    Tom B.


  • natari gold member
    May 15

    Edit | Reply
    A gorgeous poem with vivid imagery. I thoroughly enjoyed this piece. Thank you for entering.


  • Daizee silver member
    May 15

    Edit | Reply
    When I was a little girl, my friends and I would tuck the flowers in our messy, windblown hair and parade around the grass fields. We were dreamers and romantics even then. The world was ours ...this took me right back there..

    Stacy


  • Antipodi
    May 15
    Edit | Reply
    wow truly poetry is the pearl of the poets mind an excellent and inspiring read dear poet


  • Legend silver member
    May 15

    Edit | Reply
    Always a joy to click on a piece from your pen .I have said it before your work makes me enjoy free form poetry Excellent

  • romance personified with your artistic flair, I like the shabby chic references that portray no matter the resources a woman has at her disposal she still has the right to feel beautiful.

  • ea silver member
    May 15

    Edit | Reply
    so romantic and somehow tropical. I adore the detail of wearing an old lace table runner for a veil!

1 - 12 of 12