Anonymous
Flowers Of Dove
Karyn Indursky
Your poetry is like a bouquet of flowers;
it flourishes with splendorous diversity.
Your poetry is like a bonnet of roses
rippling its colors of diction.
Your poetry is like a vase displaying sunflowers
with foundations of formats.
Your poetry is like fertilizer sprouting babies-breath
in the soils of friendships.
Your poetry is like a woven basket holding a tree
with its buds of versatility enlightening gardeners.
Your poetry like a daisy packet
with seeds of inspiration ready to be planted.
Your poetry is a field of flowers
with ravishing beams of picturesque imagery.