Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
within the peach tint
of rumpled sheets
lie the shadows
of a heated night
cooled and smudged
Gorgeous flower, stunning poem.
Is it tanka?
Thanks again Symanntha. I dont believe it follows the correct form for tanka. I rarely write in form, just let the words fall where they may 🙂
Well keep doing what you’re doing, because your poetry is wonderful. Especially when paired with these stunning photos.
You’re very kind. My photos birth the words, so as long as they continue to find me, I’m good 🙂
Dew is my stardust/ & fragrance the only cover/ no further crushes can I take/ so lift my soul if you must; gently.
Lovely picture, fragrant words. Beautiful indeed!!!
A very sexy poem Diana 🙂
Well, thank you 😉
night’s tingle undulations
and stardust wet clay
a language so ancient
time stops just to watch
the music play back
in the tendril reach
of a memory just made
for lingering into
the morning with
Thank you Edward, for always finding words and for generously sharing them x
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