White Dahlias Poem by Tom Billsborough

Until the morrow's waking hour When seeds disperse And we invent new words To populate our songs. Simply beautiful Tom! Those closing lines are truly lovely. There's definitely something sweet and magical about this write. Well done! ~

So that our sleep's renewal Keeps us warm Within its dreamy capsule Until the morrow's waking hour When seeds disperse And we invent new words To populate our songs. - - - - Our creativity sleeps in our dreams , but it gets life by the warmth of morning sun - -It blooms to beauty like white Dahlia to populate our songs.- Wow- mesmerizing beauty in this poem.

I am the outward show Just as these brief white flowers Which sense and gather In experience And then become these Lanterns of pale yellow Which hang below the filaments With completed and discreet potential.- - -A great write- - -I will come back to read it again.

A beautiful imaginative write. It captures the beauty of white dahlias and vividly depicted its. seeds. A kind of plant that provides some of the.garden's biggest and most spectacular blooms. Love dahlias. They are generous in flowers...10++++