Anonymous
Flower Petal Count
Karyn Indursky
Shall I count reasons poems are lovely
where the ideas are seeds to grow fresh plants
with opportunities flying like doves
dangling earrings of imaginations across skies?
Shall I use my fingers or my toes to count
how many ways words express liberating freedom
singing from the hearts of true writers
where the drums of meters help voluminous emotions?
Shall I count my flowers to see thy petals
tell me how to love poetic license and use it
enchantingly across paper with quill ink personality
showing tales of Shakespeare's inspiration?
So long as thy day grows with white roses
thy cheeks will blush like reddened noses.
Dear Ms Poetic, Your petals
Dear Ms Poetic,
Your petals so fine,
Their taste upon my lips,
Bring the essence of "divine",
I wonder of the beauty,
Your sweet mind does make,
The hunger for such divinity....
(I think I'll go have some chocolate cake!)
Absolutely luscious dear "real eyes". ♥♥
More more!! :-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thank you
thank you.