Monday, March 31, 2014

Secrets by flowers

you rise
lavender lace, 
laden of butterfly breath
i drink you
               like rain
                           drops


                         
~0~0~

your petals
fold secrets:  oil scents, lush seeds
i inhale you      
                  tea-stirred
                                   morning

~0~0~

your thorns prick
spears of red in my secret places,
i succumb                    
                 to the dying 
                                   sun          
                                                     
                                 


Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - OpenLinkMonday
and Artistic Interpretation with Margaret- Flowers

picture credit:   here

30 comments:

  1. I love lavender, all purple in fact. And you make it more pleasant here! To merge with the rain drops! Wonderful write Grace!

    Hank

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  2. i drink you
    i inhale you

    both so sensual...the secrets in flower folds...
    these are smooth as well....

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    1. so you got internet back?

      missed seeing you on the weekend...smiles...thanks for dropping in any way....hope the week starts great for you...

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    2. Yes, finally ~ I missed linking up during the weekend too ~ But its April madness, so let the fun begin ~ Thanks Brian

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  3. Succumb and let it take hold, best way to be, at least to certain things lol

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  4. Hi Grace,
    Your style and format here make for a very sensual and inviting impression. Very lush and beautiful.
    Steve K.

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  5. This is a delightful response to the prompt, Grace. Each image lingers for a moment like the taste of honey on the tongue.

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  6. I love the romanticism and sensuality here...amazing.

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  7. Gorgeous, sensual . . . love it!

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  8. This had me holding my breath. This is a real WOW of a poem.

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  9. These are so beautiful...the sensuality of blooming

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  10. Love these, especially that last verse.

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  11. This is how I see flowers: yes of course and OH! the beauty, but folds and recesses and thorns and such a brief bloom and fade.

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  12. Lovely work Grace. I especially like "tea-stirred morning".

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  13. You skillfully evoke attraction, desire and eros with these tight stanzas.

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  14. the petals folding secrets... i love roses... so much sensual beauty... and what a wonderful metaphor for the secrets of love..

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  15. Wooed by a purple flower! That's better than being bitten by a vampire.
    Much more romantic too, especially the flower you are telling of.
    ..

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  16. definitely a sensual feel to this.. the use of a flower was perfect...

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  17. Three little gems ... lovely, Grace. Can't wait until flowers start to bloom. Would you believe it snowed again this morning? :)

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    1. How terrible ~ We are inching up above O and tomorrow it's sunny and cool ~

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  18. lovely words Grace..makes me want to have a drink of spring..

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  19. ah... your poem brought the scent of rose to me. The sensory details in your pieces are exquisitely done. :-)

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  20. inhale, drink, succumb. You present a lot of drama here - and well, the rose is the diva so I guess it's only fitting! Thanks for playing late (I really never mind).

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  21. Such lush and gorgeous surrenders here, Grace. So finely done.

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  22. Drink. Inhale. Succumb.

    Can't get more sensual than that.

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