pursed at this stage of blossoming still closed tight yet transforming painted and glossy planted in fall naked down in the soil dark and deep waiting under fallen leaves sleeping through the frozen shell cautious, they rise now curious, determined awakened and sensuously full
Perfection Debby...precisely captured in the romance of spring. So nice to have a moment to read and to discover yet another of your beautiful pieces.
Love,
Tay
I can actually see the jump you have taken us on between the lush opening petals of the first spring flowers the the sensuous kiss of a woman's sweet lips. This is special.
OOOOoooooooooo yes... Can get into this having just writ something similar myself, Debby. But this is deliciously focussed on your floral subject and a delightful tribute to this first flush of spring. I especially love this as, in particular, these blooms just always look ready to receive a kiss on their tip, somehow! :)) LOL Kate
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Regis
Love,
Tay
Happy National Poetry Month !!
Love Tinka
Don'cha just love it!!!
Enjoyed reading.
Elizabeth
Fee
Love,
Eileen
Thanks
Dan
Great, it brighted my day.
Georg
The "two lips" abounds in wonders of the magic of Spring.
Happy National Poetry Month.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU