Petals:
I’ve counted them
pressed them
preserved them
Drops
of sentiment
prescient
pretenders
Trivial
pursuits of passion
gaming for love
childish ploys
Petals
fickle as the seasons
elusive as joy
too soon expended.
(For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
Just beautiful.
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Thanks π
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I really like the structure of this poem and the way it flows down the page. Wonderful.
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Thanks Ali!
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Ah, reminded me of the petals I’d kept in my diary!
I am a fan of your artistry, VJ!
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Thanks so much Isha.
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This is very good. Loved it. Nice image.
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Thanks, Indira.
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My pleasure, dear.
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Good one – I immediately thought of all the petals that have been in my life….in fact as I write this, just remembered that there is a flower from a funeral under the rug in the hallway:)
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So many petal reminders. Thanks Janet.
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It’s almost impossible not to feel some joy and whimsy when handling flower petals. You capture that here.
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So true. Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Beautiful Poem! Good for Summer !!
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Thanks π
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Here today and gone tomorrow but so enjoyable while they’re here. Beautiful piece VJ!
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Thanks Eugi!
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My pleasure!
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Beautiful, pressed and preserved, yes π
I like the happy lilt in your words.
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Thanks π
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A fine metaphor for the fleeting nature of life
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I love the use of metaphor in this poem as well!
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Thanks π
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You’re welcome.
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Thank you, Derrick
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Wonderfully written! I love this! π
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Thanks π
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My pleasure. βΊπ·
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I find it like a game of βLoves me or Loves me notβ from plucking the each petal. π
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“Loves me, Loves me not” came to my mind as well!
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You got it!
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π
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That’s it in a nutshell!
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Ah! So beautiful
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Thanks π
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Youβre welcome
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aha the impermanency of life, we enjoy them but they’re fickle π
good one VJ
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Thanks Kate!
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Very inspiring poem π·πHave a nice Monday π·π
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Thanks π
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So welcome π·ππ·
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Awe! Love this! Cool poem! xoxo
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Thanks Carol Anne. A fun one.
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