Poem -

Always Singularly Noticed

You are that single
big leaf on a
small bonsai tree ..
The one
that is always
first noticed ..
A forget-me-not
in a field
full of sunflowers ..
A phoenix
reborn in a
meteor shower ..
Under no
obligation
to follow rules or
religion ..
A wild card,
an enigma in the
wake
of a star burst ..
As free as a virus
shaped like
a porcelain vase
and filled full
of longing ..
A warm glow
in the aftermath
of our very own summit ..

 

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Marion

'As free as a virus
shaped like
a porcelain vase'

Who could could those lines...are we not all viruses that infect those closest to us...sometimes positively like a vaccination...other times like an illness, most often like a raging fever when it comes to love....beautiful x

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Neville

thank you so very bloomin much Marion .. having not heard from you for a while, I was beginning to fret & had been wondering how you are keeping x

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Gwendoline

Stunning Nev just simply beautiful. The effervescent beauty of an energy not afraid to be true to itself. Marching to the beat of its own drum. Always makes for the most gorgeous of souls 

lovely observation and so wonderfully worded x

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author
Neville

My day is made .. bless you Gwen .. xx

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