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    One Last Sweet Thing

    A seven hearted flower
    fell timely,
    Blown through a day.
    pink on violet,
    it settled against your ankle.

    Detached from lines of life
    it held a moment of your warmth
    then fell away again.

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    Provokes empathy in a way you don't feel bad for the bystander forced to watch the flower die at their feet, nor for the dying flower. Your personality and worldview is in this somewhere I am certain.

    It's almost as if the author sees interaction as life and isolation as death, but this is a brief, particular interaction that may not have changed the protagonist; although, it surely says something about how the flower was received. Was it for the fact the flower had fell it was held? No. Neither the ankle nor the flower knew they would interact that day and seemingly neither could say either knew they had been interacted with.

    This reminds me of the ways we just pass by each other, connected only by self-purpose. A bit American Beauty. Lovely poem, 10.4/10.5 from me.

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    Quote Originally Posted by apple View Post
    A seven hearted flower
    fell timely,
    Blown through a day.
    pink on violet,
    it settled against your ankle.

    Detached from lines of life
    it held a moment of your warmth
    then fell away again.

    Lovely, melancholy vibe... mysterious... why the number 7, used in the first line.... hummm... a flower is fragile and has a short life... death? maybe... Dear Apple, I am a fan of your beautiful work and imagery, and this poem has such delicate imagery... the poem is as soft and fragile as a sigh and as quickly, gone. I would have loved more
    Thank you for sharing... stay safe...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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