Flowers
How they share our
desires, shape
our days.
Passion to hope,
fingertips to
lips. Some bud
easily, others
struggle. A little
water, light, a kind
voice. Sometimes so
little achieves
so much. Yesterday’s
sunflower droops on
the sill. Today’s promise
arrives with rain.
Wonderful. Three thumbs-up re: enjambment 🙂 —Chagall
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Thanks, Chagall. There are so many possibilities with each line!
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Bravo : )
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Thank you, Carisa.
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we have some orchids. five pots worth. two are rather sparse. all of them have convinced me they thrive on neglect and once a week watering. i look forward to next february / march. anyway, nice job, robert.
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I excel at neglect. Unfortunately, our plants do not thrive under such care. And thanks, as always, John.
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beautiful – I particularly like how you have positioned the words, extending the ideas into the next verse so that dual meaning arises
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Thanks very much.
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So gorgeous and evocative.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful :p
..always had a special place in my heart for sunflowers. They have a deeper meaning to me and therefore I love them.
Faatima
Xx
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Who could not love them? Thanks for your kind words.
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Hi! I really enjoy reading your poems. I would want to put you up on a poetry writing challenge, If interested the details are on my latest post. Thanks!
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Thanks for thinking of me, but I must decline. I recently completed a time-consuming 30-day challenge, and am now working on some neglected projects. But I do appreciate the sentiment.
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simply eloquent
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Thank you, Derrick.
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I just planted some lavender and iris at school. Hmm, purple blooms to cheer the day.
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We’ve had no luck with lavender, although it grows in the area. But then I’ve a bit of a black thumb.
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I have mounds of it and I started with three little nursery starts about 12 years ago. I have no clue why it likes my yard so well. Sun? Sandy soil? Dunno.
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In my case, I blame it on neglect. 😦
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Lavender is forgiving. Clip it, water it, and it will soon be happy as a hamster running its wheel.
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I have killed oregano and cactus. But I’m willing to try lavender again!
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Flowers and poetry, cannot be beat! Nice!
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They are a terrific combination!
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essence of flower
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Oh, yes.
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Meg.
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Life’s parallels.
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If we only look!
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Indeed!
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Such elegance in your description. Bravo!
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Thank you, Daniel.
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You’re welcome.
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I walked by sunflowers this morning, a bright sun shining down. They were so brilliant, with no dark center, just glorious yellow. Your poem puts to words what my experience was an hour or so ago in Sapporo. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thanks for sharing your walk, George! I envy you.
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I’ve never done flowers, they’ve been brought up twice this week, I must listen to the universe and get with them it seems.
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Yes, it seems you’re receiving a message!
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This is incredibly lovely. I love how pretty your prose looks. Pretty flowers and pretty words.
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Thank you, Melisa. Sometimes they go hand in hand.
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Lovely, Robert!
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Thank you, Flavia. Much appreciated.
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There’s a beautiful balance and flow to this poem, thank you.
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You’re very generous, Nick. Thank you.
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This is just lovely, Robert. It so elegantly captures the beauty of gardening. Somehow its simplicity is a perfect emblem of the purity of the joy in a well-grown plant.
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Thanks, Nadia. I so often make complicated what should be simple. Or something like that. 🙂
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Reblogged this on 2nd Daniel.
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Thanks for reblogging.
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Quite interesting and insightful. I love your phrase, “Today’s promise arrives with rain.” That simple statement has so many meanings buried within it I am still thinking of more. Just wish South Carolina wasn’t getting so many promises! 🙂
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Thanks, Steve. And amen to your statement on South Carolina’s problems!
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Lovely flowing words … wonderful.
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Thank you, Isadora. Much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Thanks for reblogging!
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Well done. I love the way you positioned the words.
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The words occasionally need a little help. 🙂
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Delightful 🙂 Exudes class!
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Thank you, Margaret.
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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I love the last line.
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Thanks very much.
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Awesome photo, great poem. Thanks for you visit to my blog too by the way 🙂
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Thanks very much. The photo is from morguefile.com, the source for most of the good photos on this blog. 🙂
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