The Ghosts Of Flowers
By carlosjackal
The ghosts of flowers
In her eyes
Her love beating hollow
Her humour still wry
Her cigarette withers
The window clears
"True romance is when
Magic is real"
Lips pursed
She exhales the ghosts
And replants the irises
Of the one she loves most
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© 2021 Carl Denyer
Published on Monday, July 13, 2015.
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"Poetry"
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On Sunday, September 17, 2017, Mute Serenade
(445) wrote:
I love the concept of this. Such a short poem, but not a single word wasted or misplaced. Everything here speaks with purpose and it's lovely. You've created imagery from a world away with this one. :)
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A former member wrote:
"True romance is when magic is real", I love that line. Along with the inevitable pain it brings, love is truly magical, and it's always a treat to feel it. I am really interested in the floral visual you employed here, and you did it so well. Queen Reb:).
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On Tuesday, November 3, 2015, soul_versing
(882) wrote:
Exhaling life, reincarnated love... You are officially my new favorite.
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A former member wrote:
very haunting, i like this:)
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On Tuesday, July 14, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
"Lips pursed She exhales the ghosts" - that is a particularly awesome line. Ciao, T/S
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A former member wrote:
:) wow thats amazing! I loved all of it.Cant wait to read more
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A former member wrote:
This gave me chills .....bravo sir!!
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On Monday, July 13, 2015, Lux
(299) wrote:
Oh look. A new favorite. Heart tremors beneath the breadth of muscle and sinew. I felt this in my bones.