Fingering Poem by Rachel Butler

Fingering

Rating: 4.5


(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)


She is more ravishing and soft,
he is reminded by the magnolia blooms,
each spring.

Abundantly,
gently swaying like a samba.

He see´s longing in his eyes,
his beard betrayed him,
he exhales.

Sparrow

Monday, October 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jake Deeds 10 September 2018

He see´s longing in his eyes, his beard betrayed him, he exhales. I love this line Ms. Rachel! What is your favorite poem you have written? I shall read it! [][

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Raymond Farrell 19 July 2015

I am intrigued by the title to say the least.

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Ruerd Visser 22 January 2012

A flowering of love, no need to say more!

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Vipins Puthooran 30 October 2011

Amazing poem! ! ! ! ! like a samba, rhythmic...

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Paul Colvin 27 October 2011

gently swaying like a samba. This is brilliant, Paul

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