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bland white bread
for the round tang of basil
eau de artifice
with the scent of honest sweat
ringtones, mine and not mine,
for the reedy whirr of bee wings
the opulence of silk
with the grit of soil under nails
Become lost
in a pale, lime wing
against purple petunia.
A beautiful composition with a nice ending: 'open my mind - and become lost in a pale lime wing against purple petunia.'.
I like the idea here, of freely trading the finer things of life (silk) and the too busy things of life (that ringing phone...) for the chance to get down and dig and plant in the soil, getting dirt under your fingernails! Great writing!
barter ringtones, mine and not mine, for the reedy whirr of bee wings.............ingenious write yet of unique genre,10++, thanks for sharing
Once again I find myself in a garden and I must say this is a beautiful garden of ideas.10
brilliant...and the last stanza tells me you get more than you bargain for!
Illustrates perfectly what I love about your poems, that every word is precisely chosen, and the whole intelligently crafted. You weave a feeling of colour that makes the poem hang in the mind for a good while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm with Frank - and enjoyed the neatly wrapped images you unfolded. Rgds, Ivan