A place for poems and pics
A flower was offered to me
but I wanted a garden
A tree was offered to me
but I wanted the forest
A raindrop was offered to me
but I wanted the storm
A moonbeam was offered to me
but I wanted the night
A grain of sand was offered to me
but I wanted the beach
Your love was offered to me
but I wanted your soul
—-
Poets United – Mid-week Motiff – write a poem starting with these words from William Blake’s My Pretty Rose……… “A flower was offered to me”
It was a warm summer day and her waiting was over. Tiny fingers wrapped themselves around her finger – ten pink fingers. Soft hair, like finest silk covered his slightly misshapen head and long, thick lashes shaded his eyes. His cheeks were smooth and delicate lips curled up in what she knew in her heart was a smile. She was in love.
newborn swaddled
in his mother’s gentle arms
first love
—–
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
seeking love
she stares at the moon
woman of pleasure
—–
Carpe Diem Special #196
Hamish Gunn’s 2nd “on the street”
crazy love keeps
knocking me off my feet
blowing hazy smoke
in my eyes making
my brain all dazy
until I tumble dizzy
fizzy head over tizzy
into your arms
—-
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