She always seemed to wear pink
like a spirited blossom
that always embodied spring
where once we sat
there is a cold covering
nothing speaks of her warmth
dawning day in starry eyes
heat of molten sunsets
her flower petals drop
I traverse this white path
her bare footprints covered
frozen is the fabric of my tears
that fall like icicles
and I sit on our bench
waiting
alone
I went far afield on the Poet’s United prompt today. I am snowed in at this beautiful getaway – so the snow covered bench and the rambunctious pink begonia stole the show which was supposed to be focused on “Fashion.”
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Fashion offers a wide berth. Your piece certainly falls within that realm. Pink is usually so perky, but you juxtapose it with a rather blue tale creating a tension that serves the message nicely.
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glad you caught that wintry tension that drowns out the vibrant color.
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That rambunctious pink Begonia I thought was a real person, nice poem, I like it a lot.
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well she is allegorically speaking
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I love the creative way you brought fashion lightly into it with her always seeming to wear pink – and that flower photo is so artsy! also like that snow covered bench – and just such an interesting poem (fabric of my tears) = need to read it again 🙂
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side note – have you ever hear dog the book “drunk tank pink” –
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A fashion In Pink. I’ll buy that along with missing the floor show, tho I suspect that the figure in white snow liked more than the show.
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I love the idea of a person who always wears hues of a certain color…emotively written, Moon.
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Ah…nature’s fashion always steals the show!
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I love “frozen is the fabric of my tears” and the bright note of pink in the white landscape of the poem.
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__But, in the “fashion” of her season she will return; her thought will warm next winter’s
chill.
_m
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Wearing pink definitely seems to be a fashion statement.
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Lovely poem again, Leslie. Pink is certainly fashionable – it’s such as warm tone, hard not to be uplifted by it the slightest bit. Beautiful begonia. It doesn’t seem to mind the cold 🙂
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Reblogged this on My Bewildered Brain and commented:
Another fine writer that I follow.
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thank you sooo much!!!
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i can sense longing and the play with the changing seasons make this more effective
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I like the contrast of pink, and then the white of winter. Strong narrative too.
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what a delight to see color in a snowy landscape. beautiful capture 🙂
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So sad to sit alone where once things were shared.
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frozen is the fabric of my tears – such a beautiful line…all the loss and grief encapsulated so profoundly..i can’t help but think of all the people that pass by ‘us’ not knowing when it would only take a minute to help dissipate sadness…
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Such a haunting, beautiful poem.
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