colors, flavours tactile inspirations aroma of good food onset of celebrations infusion of novelty in small doses keeps up excitement one smells the roses wrapped up in balls to weave creativity I know it’s all short-lived with my mortality enjoying all that I can and prepared to go I may not see next summer or vast expanse of snow Share all one can love, joy, bubbles, laughter I hope to leave pain behind In this world and thereafter
Thanks to Dora for the prompt hosted on dVerse above…
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Insightful words.
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Thank you, Patricia!
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It’s true that the moment is all we ever have, so we do well to enjoy it!
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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Great use of words!Wonderfully penned 🙂
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Thank you!
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Time is fleeting, I feel it acutely in your poem …. well done.
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Thank you, Helen! We may be fleeting, not time.
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Reena,
I love the poem’s “move” from celebration to recognition (“I know it’s all short-lived/with my mortality”) to resolve (“share all one can”). It flows effortlessly, even jauntily, as images juggle against one another, and by the end, a release into hope. Well done.
pax,
dora
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Thank you, Dora!
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You’re welcome!
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the smell was a hard sell
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Hard words falling like rain, well-written….
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Thank you, Ain!
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