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    Lilac Time


    Between the cut

    and final fade

    vased

    on the countertop

    as I kneel up to run the tap

    it still exudes its pausing breath

    the fragrant scent of years ago

    the lilac rose that summer's

    left to flower in autumn's

    cool repose

  • #2
    "exudes" such a lovely word. eloquent, enchanting and endearing. calm take, a poetic slant to time and fruitive beauty.

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    • Johntee
      Johntee commented
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      and in return
      you hand
      fruitive beauty's
      captive term

  • #3
    Hello Johntee, In the shape of a vase, a poem, a fading bloom perfumed to the last breath. Lovely. Fond regards, Tony.

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    • #4
      Thank you Tony
      I cannot write
      at length
      a shape
      keeps it short

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      • #5
        Johntee - Whoa! For an indescribably brief moment, I smelled lilacs and old memories, centuries long forgotten, flooded back. It's always tantalizing how a picture, a song, a rhyme or a smell can trigger our personal moments of long ago. Think I'll read it again. Thanks Johntee for the resurrections. Namyh
        Last edited by Namyh; 10-10-2018, 10:37 AM.

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        • #6
          Success, my poet friend. This is a beauty!

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          • #7
            This is beautiful Johntee.

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            • #8
              Thanks Alex and
              thank you
              RLW
              The final end
              came and went
              binned and now
              no heaven scent

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              • #9
                The last of the summer's rose, placed lovingly in a vase. Very nice, Johntee!

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                • #10
                  Thanks Muttado,that,
                  'Twice in a Blue Moon,'
                  in the front garden
                  not quite gone
                  red, white
                  inherited,
                  unknown
                  by name,
                  then
                  'Tequila Sunrise'
                  'Blue Eyes,' beset
                  by gales, torn
                  they still bloom on.

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