Poeticizing Photography
every photo has a life of its own
this altered one delivers for me the essence of
"Yestereve's Petal"...
Do you know your dried rose buds & petals look beautiful in a decorative container? Thank You...
Yestereve’s Petal
Withered inside the stillness
of time’s silent compass
Memories died further
as softness fades to the night...
Permeating under the intimate pearls
of moon lit dreams
The evocative hour glass reflects
in love’s shadow
Where quietude hails the essence
of caressed beauty
Knowing eternal promises are the canvas
of passion’s whisper...
Reaching for yestereve’s petal
fallen within brittle ends
Her descrying eyes sing
to their untouchable desires
embracing the secret wishes
under her heart remaining
wrapped in poisonous thorns...
I remember not so long ago when I used to tease you about using "Vickiese" in your poetry; I was often left a bit confused. I must admit that you have taught me some new words along the way. I find this poem symbolically compelling and meaningful. Thank you, Vickie. Love, hugs, and my very best wishes,
Time and again, Vickie, you demonstrate the ability of your soul and your insight to capture and express what most can't hold or don't even see. This is spendid.
LOL! The Girls of Summer! Well anyway...I like to put nutmeg, cinnamon and allspice with the dried rose petals in a small Mason jar with a drop of glycerine. Unlid it every now and again for a whiff...Mmmm...then refresh it as needed...great botanical poetry, V...
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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xo Regis
John
I'm the next lucky reader, but I don't feel very lucky.
Sadly it could take more than a tetanus injection to be cured of such thorns.
fee
Love and Sniffing your scent jar,
Sage
Namaste,
Christine