My chrysanthemum/daisy/buttercup bouquet in a shoebox is a love poem. I open it for you, smiling, but you see only the yellows, not the asters that are my eyes. I sing dandelion seeds, each note touching your face. You brush it away, this music that is felt, that tickles, that tangles in your hair. I bring you violets and call them haiku.
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Reblogged this on Heartafire and commented:
” I bring you violets and call them haiku.”
perfect, Susan
Thank you so much!
Oh, thank you! It was an amazing dream…
Very nice.. good work there….
Thank you!
I’m a born sucker for any well done metaphor using nature. This is wonderful.
Thank you, Pete. I had to scramble like hell to save that image from my dream 😉
I hope you’re glad with the save, from a creative point of view I mean. 🙂
Yes, definitely!
Beautiful, touching images.
Thank you!
Such a lovely poem. Thank you, Susan.
Thank you, Georgia!
Reblogged this on visionvoiceandviews and commented:
lines that breathe, words that perfume the ear….prose poetry!
The lines heave and breathe
your words delicate petals
glow, perfume the ear!
SLD, you are the poet’s poet!
Noel, thank you! you just made my day…
Susan, you made mine earlier. Reading your poem produced a jaw-drop effect – and all of me said in one voice – Now, this is poetry!
to package a dream
word wrapping it in sweet cream
feeds vanilla stream
to primed ears
grasping echoes of
words alive
…and now I am red as a beet. Or a strawberry 😉
Hi Susan – I haven’t been keeping up with blogs that I love like yours – but every time I see your words I am affected deeply. I love the way you write – I love the unpredictability of what I might find in your poetry – like treasure! Love Julie
Oh, Julie, thank you! I miss you too!
“the asters that are my eyes” This is a luscious line, Susan.
Thank you so much, Alice!
This poem of yours is brilliant! and breath-taking.
Was this a dream you had?
Hey, Charlie!
Yes, this came from a dream. i lost a lot of it frantically reaching for something to write it down on.
Thank you so much for saying that…
It’s such a fantastic dream. I like how our dreams are able to depict this images in our minds and writing them down on paper becomes such a surreal masterpieces of our own craft.
Once again…Incredible imagination you have. 🙂
Aw, thank you! I will let my dreaming mind know you said so 😉
lovely lines!
Thank you, C!
Lovely for sure!
Thank you, Douglas!
Beautiful, Susan. I really like the last line!
Thanks, Mary. It was a great dream 😉
the flower metaphors works so well.. and even better when it comes from a dream.. love the prose-like form too…
Thanks, Bjorn. In the dream, flowers were words individually, bouquets were sentences 😉
smiles….nice…love the singing of the flowers on the face….it catching in their hair….its interesting what they can not see…and what they brush away…maybe it will stick…smiles.
Thanks, Brian! Loved this gift, this dream I had…
I bring you violets and call them haiku… love this… also the singing of dandelion seeds…some things are only visible with trained eyes or if someone translates the colors for us..right..?
Oh, that’s so true, Claudia!
Like little kisses, all of the flower seeds and buds. But what if one doesn’t want to be the planter?
Hmmmm. Didn’t come up in the dream, and a really good question!
Beautiful sentiments!
Thank you!
Great dandelion seeds brushed from the face. Lovely piece~
Thank you, Linda!
Lovely poem!
Excellent. A poem disguised as prose longing for poetry.
I am smiling at this … love it, Susan!
I’d have known this was one of yours, Susan. it’s beautiful
Oh, thank you, Duncan!
I don’t read much poetry, excpet online from by blogger friends, but I usually like your work, and it is instantly recognisable generally. I also like Julia Dean Richards at
http://aplaceforpoetry.wordpress.com/
I’ve met her, and she’s lovely, just like her writing.
❤ love. That is all. Just love.
Aw, thank you!