Between the rows
of stepping stones
flowers bloom.
The air is scented with
the dust of
lavender and roses
Here and there green
shoots
lift toward the light
causing imagined blights
in the choreographed corridor
These, too, scent the air
with individual
aromas
unique
anonymous
"ellecee"
from Corey
"Our Challenge: Select either of the titles
and substitute your own words in the place
of those indicated below, and write a new
poem under the title you have created."
I chose to alter "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil"
Day 14
Love the idea of flowers being anonymous! So great!
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How I adore these lines!!
Beautifully expressed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I love wild flowers and I love this poem
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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So ebnjoying the alliteration of this. The nood evokes with unique yet anonymous scent is nicely done.
This is beautiful. I can see an actual garden and a metaphor of what life plants in our days and years.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. And it's a sweet synchronicity that I too, in a very different piece, mentioned lavender and roses.
ReplyDeleteOh how blissful ... here we still have too much that is close to winter.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I really like the way you have invited the reader to enter into the garden. A lovely reading experience.
ReplyDeleteFragrant and mysterious...this garden and it's secreted corridors. Enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteI specially like this line: causing imagined blights
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