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The Language of Flowers

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Shrinking Violet
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0 posted 01-11-2000 12:27 AM       View Profile for Shrinking Violet   Email Shrinking Violet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Shrinking Violet


I navigate waves of pillows
            and quilt
And pull erect when blood flow
            holds my head still.
A posthumous ache
Nudges me through grasses
            that used to part
            like freshly washed hair
When we walked through,
            fingers woven.
I think how it was when we danced
            your hand spread wide
            across my back
            like a second spine.

You sent a message
            of butterfly weeds and anemones
            the day you left,
            so I let you go.
I was forsaken.

I stop to smell the roses
But the roses lately die.
© Copyright 2000 Shrinking Violet - All Rights Reserved
bsquirrel
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1 posted 01-11-2000 12:34 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Where'd you learn how to use words so well? Impossible question to answer, I'm sure. Still -- this is great poetry. I loved how your words, with seemingly disparate concepts at points, just flowed and flowed and flowed. All the images interlocked; and even though there was a touch of bitterness (sort of), at the end, the real message I got from that poem was one of beauty and great hope. I wish I were at that point; I'm still stinging. Oh well, when I'm older, I s'pose.

Mike
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2 posted 01-11-2000 01:46 AM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Marvelous!  
Marge Tindal
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3 posted 01-11-2000 07:18 AM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Wonderful !
Enjoyed this a lot.
~*Marge*~
hoot_owl_rn
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4 posted 01-11-2000 08:51 AM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

Very nice  
Sally S.
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5 posted 01-11-2000 10:08 AM       View Profile for Sally S.   Email Sally S.   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sally S.

~sigh~  Sadness abound!
This was well written and I enjoyed the read...even the sadness.  Well done.
Denise
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6 posted 01-11-2000 02:03 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is so well done! I enjoyed this very much!

 Denise

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7 posted 01-11-2000 02:16 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

The roses may die but the violet stands tall. This is finely crafted and very well-written...peace, quiet, frustration, longing and regret all wrapped up in a neat, tidy ball. Well done, red dress.
RainbowGirl
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8 posted 01-11-2000 09:18 PM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

Bal said it all, so I'll echo him..

HUGS


 Don't ask me where I'm going, just listen when I'm gone and far away you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn.

Shrinking Violet
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9 posted 01-11-2000 11:17 PM       View Profile for Shrinking Violet   Email Shrinking Violet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Shrinking Violet

bsquirrel - Thank you for your fine praise and critique of my poem. As to the stinging:
time will take care of that. Sounds trite but not everything trite should be disregarded. Just don't include it in a poem.

Poet deVine  )   I appreciate your taking
Marge Tindal )  the time to say such good
hoot-owl-rn    )  things about my work. If
dsnyder         )  you don't watch out, I'll
Rainbow Girl )  present you with more.

Dear Deer - Such a summation of the quality of my work is making me glow more than my red dress. Many thanks.
kitkat
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10 posted 01-12-2000 12:58 AM       View Profile for kitkat   Email kitkat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for kitkat

I liked this very much. It sounded like a bittersweet love.
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