Smidgens
Before the unfurling
The inward bloom
An artist’s fist
Compressed to the movement
Of skin and desire
Held to earth
By fragile stem
One day will
Follow the sun
Learn to lure the bee
Speak in soft flesh tones….
And landing upon transitory beauty
Knows
Only representations
Are permanent.
Form, structure, pigments.
A ghost’s body
Still holds the shape
Of hands outlined, flat
Upon the prehistoric cave
Reblogged this on Write to Inspire and commented:
Four years after I wrote When Pleasure Blooms, along comes the perfect poetic synopsis.
Thank you for Unfurling the Bloom, Elan Mudrow!
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Sure no problem! 😊👍
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Thanks so much. I am truly honored. But, I must humbly decline.
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I have nominated you for The Liebster Award, please check it out
https://keepahappyheartblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/02/the-liebster-award/
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This was a simple but elegant piece. Thank you for stopping by and liking my recent post!
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Lovely poem, Elan!
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This is beautiful; it has an ethereal quality until the very end where it is so firmly grounded. Great movement and imagery- I love the line, “speak in soft flesh tones…”.
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Stunning images in your poem. The picture is just right for your words.
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Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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This is one of your most disciplined, therefor efficient poems. You haven’t tried for too much, but have allowed the thought to unfurl economically and beautifully. You have given something.
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Unfurling… one of my favorite images. 😊
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Nice poem!!!
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Yes, thank you.
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Hi…A very well written poem with deep meanings. The unfurling here represents to me a lot and manifests itself in many forms like a newborn, an artist in making and so on.
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