My thoughts, difficult sometimes,
compete with the flowers all about me,
offering their hues to the sun above.
The petals seem to understand
small wonders can be anywhere,
and attempt to share their wisdom
in bracing fields, in every shade of bloom.
Last Few Words: How I heal sometimes.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
What Flowers Know
Hello, Michael,
I see in your last few words this is how you heal sometimes. I agree. Nothing is as nurturing for our hearts, minds, and souls as the wisdom of nature. A peaceful, calming poem.
Thank you!
L
Flowers
So beautiful, simple and can bring peace to a restless soul. Well done.
Thanks for stopping by RB!
Thanks for stopping by RB! Appreciate you sharing your thoughts on this piece.
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