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Poems by Eric Torgersen : 13 / 24
New Leaves
In the kitchen window
the coleus I cut down to stumps
to make cuttings for friends
is spreading new leaves to the sun.
Small hairs
the light catches
rise from the new leaves;
red seeps into green
along the veins.
The newest
is brightest.
The plant
cocks intelligent
faces
at the sun
and looks and looks and looks.
I would visit my friends
but feel troubled and shy.
Eric Torgersen
Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Poems by Eric Torgersen : 13 / 24
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Very poetic-the way the science of the Sunlight acting as a stimuli has been worded - 'the plant cocks.....Thank you for sharing.
A celebration of mother nature. Nice write.
VERY VERY INSPIRED POEM ALL THE LINES ARE BEAUTIFUL....The newest
is brightest................SIMPLE AND SUPER
ha ha. i threw away my plants. my neighbor took them out and kept them now i miss them. and to think some think i act compusively.
I would visit my friends
but feel troubled and shy.
Nice stitch. This last two lines gives the writing another status of social reality. Beautiful cool writing but much powerful to touch the conscious. Regards, pranab.
good poem. congratulation.
I invite you to read my poem and comment.
Yours
Gajanan Mishra
Stupendous. I think here is a glimpse to new thought.new dream.
A well crafted and beautifully written poem,
the meaning I cultivated was the clash between
old hopes and new dreams.
turning a new leaf; nice poem