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Scarlet










your words are like showers


to my dying violet lotus flower.


something like the sun that


draws it to the surface


realizing that even its death


had not been worthless.


an acceptance of its purpose


the seconds in its hour


the scars on its skin


of previous lives


yet the lungs


that make it strain


to breathe again.


LotusFlow3r

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  1. Diana LeeNovember 22, 2010 at 6:59 PM

    A very elegant use of words.

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  2. LiliNovember 22, 2010 at 7:36 PM

    no music? here... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlRyjj3vfcs&feature=related -- ;)

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  3. NetNovember 23, 2010 at 12:52 AM

    when you deliver words, connect them to make lines, to full poetry, is like flowers that bloom in the spring, spreading their fragrance displaying their beauty.

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  4. hedgewitchNovember 24, 2010 at 11:00 AM

    Athletic and vivid, a run through the conventional to the unconventional metaphor that gets your image of a scarred violet soul flower with lungs in one's head like a Bosch etching. Workmanlike yet graceful. Liked it a lot

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  5. dustusNovember 24, 2010 at 12:12 PM

    Very moving poem, Theron. Says a great deal in short lines. "Realizing that even its death had not been worthless" Agree with Diane, elegant usage. Cheers

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  6. Steve IsaakNovember 24, 2010 at 1:39 PM

    good interplay of nature/self imagery.

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  7. G.K. AsanteNovember 25, 2010 at 6:45 AM

    Nice weaving of big images in small phrases. It was a joy to read this.

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  8. Shashidhar SharmaNovember 26, 2010 at 10:59 PM

    Dear Theron

    Its beautiful...
    Thanks

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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