purple flowers were growing
over handmade pots &
languid shapes etched
into the rockface;
they rose up towards the east.
I followed them
but
the sun hurt my eyes
they began to swell.
amidst the ruins
I realized,
only we would remember.
– sc
purple flowers were growing
over handmade pots &
languid shapes etched
into the rockface;
they rose up towards the east.
I followed them
but
the sun hurt my eyes
they began to swell.
amidst the ruins
I realized,
only we would remember.
– sc
sheila sea 
Beautiful! I love the imagery
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Thank you!
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very nice…image stays with the reader. 🙂
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I do like this, it has an air of mystery. I like that.
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I’m glad it carried on with you.
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Wonderful poetry.
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Thank you 🙂
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Great! Nice imagery. Congrats.
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Thank you!
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I love how you only needed a couple lines to convey such deep emotion. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you, darlin! Means a lot.
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Wonderful imagery.
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I tried to convey a message as simply as possible. 🙂
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You succeeded.
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Great poem, like the emotion it radiates. Only one could dream to write like you. Great work.
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Thank you, that means a lot.. I always feel like there’s something more I could’ve said or written another way. It soothes me to hear your thoughts. 🙂
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