"Sing a swooping song." says a wing
to a rose whose
fragrance knows no
dimensions
sitting still in between
the
black of the
permanent looming trees
their ideas together are
always soft
and
never
thirsty,
and
mysteriously
quiet
especially when
everything else
is
carefully learning
how to
whisper brightness in
it's sleep.
Author notes
It's been soooo long...random words have been inhaled by my eyesandbrain which lead to things like this..I feel the same..but also very different.
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Love it! You are impressive!
& Blessings,
~ Jan ~
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lawlipop
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How have i not commented on this?.....its just fantastic!
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This is quite nice. I like the little bit of rhyme you have, and nature speaking, knowing, learning. Interesting set up as well. Compliments.
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This poem uses such great imagery! I love how smoothly it flows. I love it! You did an absolutely wonderful job!
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It does remind you of a falling effect. The words flow together nicely too I thought.
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wow for this being a short poem this is amazing. I love the imagery and imation in this poem. I can practly see and smell the rose. great job and cant wait to read more of your work.
<3Stephanie
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beautiful
Very nice imagery. Both the words and the format remind me of falling, trickling water. Reading this poem is like watching a child sleeping. You wonder how a being so innocent could exist in this world as you gaze upon its face. Good work. -
magical
I love the title..it is very abstract and I like that....love the line ..whose fragrance knows no dimensions..that made me think for a while....i found a quiet magic in the words you wrote ..a special weaving of a story.... -
What to say? Strange, arcane, esoteric, a jumble of nifty sounds, something like the birds and the wind in the tress themselves, albiet with much less meaning...
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