consider... behold... be...hold... in your hand, gently...delicately stemming from considerations you have regarding the petals, her petals oh the stamen you fragrant pollinator engrained into life
bring the scents close right under your nose now, close your eyes inhale, smell the life open now, awash arms spread wide encircled life's field as far as can be
what can become of this? see the growth... no effort or yarn made, so no solemn a man, sown to smell her scents wafting on her airy breezes wholly in the moment here...in the field that well knows the glory endowed in the meadow of days
Hi, agoodguy2have, what can become of this?, the poet asks. Only the gods and lovers get to decide. The rest of us mere mortals can only reply, "Lovely poem." While the stamen bears its pollen, the poem bears the soul.
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Deep, thoughtful and very well written. I enjoyed this one.
engrained into life
love it...
all of it.
what can become of this?, the poet asks. Only the gods and lovers get to decide. The rest of us mere mortals can only reply, "Lovely poem." While the stamen bears its pollen, the poem bears the soul.