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Flushed
Contributed by
lnnie
on
Thursday, 30th October 2008 @ 03:16:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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In my garden gambol
green beetles
by twos and threes,
who sing to High Tulips
blushing pink
in harmonies.
Flushed,
adoration-framed,
they rainbow through
emotions gained
from beetle songs
choir sung.
I part the foliage clef
to observe what enchantment deft
musical beetles pant
to flowered plants
swaying in the green.
I am transfixed
in this gloaming,
where songs stroke
the airy night;
uplifting
tulip bulbs-
rhapsodied
and honey dewed.
On me then
euphonies:
Beatles sing
because we don't,
to balm absence's pain.
They sing our song
of high praise;
because we won't,
for tulips,
gardens, soil and loam.
We are the children
who've lost
the songs
which were mother's songs
now vague;
distant,
gone.
Our ears
deaf now,
withdrawn.
The beetles stand in for us
sing our songs
in their metallic
greens,
arpeggios falling to
my journal page
explaining
why they sing
to tulip bulbs,
flushed
on the green:
all quiet now-
each bulb
reminded-
they are loved.
Copyright ©
lnnie
... [
2008-10-30 15:16:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Flushed
(User Rating: 1 ) by outlawpoet on
Thursday, 30th October 2008 @ 03:36:47 PM AEST (User
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not sure whats up with the beatles lately but good write i enjoyed it |
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Re: Flushed
(User Rating: 1 ) by karoody on
Thursday, 30th October 2008 @ 08:48:31 PM AEST (User
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I adore nature poetry. you have done a beautiful job here!
love smiles blessings
kara |
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Re: Flushed
(User Rating: 1 ) by Shade on
Saturday, 1st November 2008 @ 01:30:41 AM AEST (User
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This is the kind of poetry that keeps me coming here. Every word rolls off my tongue begging to be said out loud and fully appreciated. I'm glad I got to read it. |
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