Smidgens
Flowers like drunken ladies, brazen young daisies, mouths full of desperate drink, mistake their first kiss for a one-night stand, a near miss.
Still held high by our admiring eye, ‘quisitive camera is not too shy, we share a photo of their distress, for a thousand or so views, no less.
Even though it’s a trick of mirrors, we know the sun eventually reappears. Our gaze, tense upon the fragile reflections of Narcissus, for it is blossom’s desire we yearn to witness.
luvverly jubbly poem and piccy celebration – Flower’s heads don’t go down in our sense, they’re just looking for the Sun through the Earth, it’s always shining somewhere, they know that
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Nice.
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The picture is wholly disconcerting, as beautiful as it is…same for the poem. It stirs memories of youthful misadventures I’d never want to relive. I appreciate a piece that can make me squirm.
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Beautifully penned ❤
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“Flowers like drunken ladies” haha tooo good 🙂
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Beautiful! 😀 I love the “flowers like drunken ladies” and the “‘quisitive camera” and overall just flows very effortlessly. Love it 🙂
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Gorgeous poetry here, Elan, and amazing oblique rhymes. A mentor of mine said rhyme works best when it springs out at you, a surprise. Yours does just that. 🙂
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I love this 😄
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Your words really do reflect the picture. This is delightful.
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this is tender and beautiful i adore it 🙂
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This is perfect.
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The perfect combination of fine poetry and outstanding photography! Happy Easter, Elan!
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So beautiful. So meaningful…:)
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I’ve always been intrigued by the process of “making” a reflection. Sometimes, it’s an uncomfortable process.
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I have always enjoyed poetry which makes me smile, makes me feel good.
Some are deep with content and intent, while others are evoking.
Thank you Elan, for the most profound message I’ve heard all day.
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This poem is deflowering.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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