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I beheld a riot of brightly colored flowers
focusing on the array of beautiful tulips
shimmering after the morning showers
the park alive with smiling faces and music
there’s a treasured song in my heart, I call ours
poetic lyrics written in the realm of my dreams
the night is filled with unexplainable encounters
how to cultivate the seeds of love, I am clueless
perhaps, today, it's just about enjoying flowers
written for dVerse - Hosted by Grace
Poetry Form Magic 9
Gardening is such a good metaphor for growing relationships and love...
ReplyDeleteAt this time of the season, I love the riot of brightly colored flowers. Love this part best: there’s a treasured song in my heart, I call ours
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A riot of flowers - you have coined a new term!
ReplyDeleteI can see all those blooms..........I resonate with "perhaps, today, it's just about enjoying flowers."
ReplyDeleteI agree wit Sherry. Its all about the flowers and riot of colors.
ReplyDeleteA lovely magic 9 poem ... flowers rioting ~~ what a concept!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely! "A riot of flowers"...love it!
ReplyDeleteI love this. I'm looking forward to reading one on lilies of the valley and you and your grandmother;)
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I love the strong and bright imagery of the opening lines, and how your poem fades (in a wonderful way) to a gentle peacefulness.
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