The pattern
of seashells
The silence
of deer
The feelings
of trees
The scent
of cinnamon
The color
of your eyes.
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The pattern
of seashells
The silence
of deer
The feelings
of trees
The scent
of cinnamon
The color
of your eyes.
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Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Good morning, Jerry!
When I wrote this, I felt it was someone imagining meeting a new lover - but it also reminded me of many of my thoughts when I was expecting the birth of my children. Much to ponder in life!
Thank you!
L
Beautiful. Nuf said.
Beautiful. Nuf said.
Hello, Captain
Thank you very much for reading and your kind comment!
Appreciated!
Lavender
beauty lies in poetry
if it speaks oceanic
within one autumn leaf
urs is
'tis
just by the way
my eyes are
cynosure
Hello, Lovedly
As always, thank you very much!
L
Hello, Teddy
(Thought I responded earlier today. Not certain where my first attempt may have found itself. ???)
I share your hope that masks and social distancing will fade away - sooner than later, but safely for sure. Thank you for reading! I am always grateful when you stop by.
L
Hi, Jerry
You are too funny... So, is your puppy wearing a Super Hero costume?!
L
Lavender
your poem just sent my mind in motion the simplicity of this work is just beautiful loved it
Hello, Chrys
Life is full of endless things to wonder about. Thank you for your lovely comments.
L