miracle
I smelled what I thought were freshly
cut roses
the color red I imagined
softly brilliant in slender glass vase
I felt the velveted petals between
thumb and finger
reminding me of feathers
I once patiently nurtured back to flight
I heard the beating of a restless heart
pressed against
innocent skin exposed to light
newly created and wrinkled in fear
I dreamed of tasting a perfect fruit
innocently sweet
and promising flawless eyes
witnessing unimaginable happenings
august two thousand fourteen
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I like it. It has a slightly sinister slant to it. (I think.)
so glad you like this one sinister or not ;`)
No problem. I tend to always twist my writing, so I look at things from different perspectives.
there is certainly nothing wrong with your perspective
Well, thank you. That’s very kind.
lovely, John – from the first lines, beautiful – K
Thank you so much, K xo
Beautiful words, John…
Thanks so much, Lauren.
“Promising flawless eyes” is a tremendous line. : )
thank you Millie – I wrote the fourth stanza three days after the first one
Beautiful words
thank you very much
Exquisite, John. I think right now you are my favorite poet.
Thank you so much for saying so Lola! I’m very happy you enjoyed this piece.
exquisite, sensual.
thank you Denise!