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    She
    was
    one
    extraordinary
    geranium
    blossoming red
    among the dandelions
    black and white

    Exiting the post office
    you might
    miss her

    if
    your wilted gaze
    would not land on
    parcels envelopes
    boxes or
    lazy ways


    if
    you
    only
    saw her
    you would

    be
    a hundred fields of
    Crimson
    pollinating
    bees
    and you
    would
    hear
    constant buzzing
    of old movie titles
    in living color
    and taste the
    almost
    lost
    smokey
    desire.

    she was only one
    Blossoming
    in plain sight
    Crimson
    among the dandelions
    and you almost missed her.
    Last edited by Suz-zen; 03-30-2017, 09:27 AM. Reason: RLW was generous to correct my typo in the title :)

  • #2
    this is one extraordinary share Suz-zen! the connections you make are beautiful honest and subtle. The imagery is expansive but doesnt overwhelm or confuse the subject. Treasure this concept, it has bloomed true!

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    • Suz-zen
      Suz-zen commented
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      THANK YOU! lunar glide! I had started this one around Christmas at the post office. A little thought struck me at that time. It was a picture in my head stayed with me until now. And I had to write it today. I appreciate your comments so very much!

  • #3
    Very evocative imagery here Suz-zen. I agree with lunar glide - you've made this one sing - in harmony! I like that it's got a kind of 'in-your-face' tone too - you almost missed her...

    If you care to share the back-story - I'm interested!

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    • #4
      Beautiful imagery Suzzen.

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      • Suz-zen
        Suz-zen commented
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        Thank you Alex!

    • #5
      Of such attention heaven is made.

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    • #6
      Hello Suz-zen, And 'she', too, saw the dandelions as dandelions and not as weeds as many the poet might. To live with such awareness is to love living, the art of living as is the art of the geranium, the buzzing bees and this beautiful poem. A passing politeness in versed beauty. Very well done, indeed. Regards, Tony.

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      • Suz-zen
        Suz-zen commented
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        Thanks, Tony Grannell. After writing this I read Wordsworth beautiful observation on Daffodils. It is one to be read aloud and researched as to how it came about.Then I heard on the news that the color 'daffodil' is being retired by Crayola crayons!!?!?!? ACK! the Horror!!
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