"only blooms"
petals faint and wilt
but fragrant still
as roses be
And though Immortality
shall ever decree
Purloined grace
'pon lowly words'
authenticity
These are only blooms
to smell and feel and see.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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good write my friend, much enjoyed
Thanks Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
I love this one metaphorically, the wording and meaning. It is gentle but yet so firm, in its lightness there is a heavy meaning. Nicely worded my friend and another fave
Yes, the metaphor was quite striking. Thanks, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
There’s a damn delicate tension here between fading beauty and lasting authenticity—the wilted petals still carry their fragrance, even as immortality slips beyond reach. “These are only blooms / to smell and feel and see” gives it a humble little defiance, as if the poem refuses to pretend it needs to be anything more than something real.
A truly understanding read. Thanks, dear Thomas 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write A. You lost the 'u' for 'pon'? lol. It's poetic, says Fido to un-cultured me! lol.
Much like chopping word parts of lyrics that don’t fit the bar of music 🎶 🎵
This feels like in the past, what once was but no more.
The love has gone, leaving only the fragrant scent.
A haunting scent too at times! Thanks, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
A fragrant Scent of one has Passed on . Or Happy Memories in this case. 👍
More happy memories; yes, please! 🙏🏻🕊️
What a graceful little poem, my friend. There is mortality here, but also preservation…beauty fades, yet something essential remains in what was truly felt and received. Really lovely, Arqios. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Those smells can remid us of such wonderful times Rik.
Andy
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