Saturday, 12 April 2014

Hiding Under the Wisteria

Picture from Wikimedia Commons



From the Imaginary Garden prompt
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Hiding Under the Wisteria


Hues
Blue and pink
Twist around my thoughts
Growing taller, hanging
Over fences, bridging
Gaps in trees, no more sky.

A soft wind
Pushes blossom on my face
Tickles my eye
Smells surrounding
Imagining.

A chink of light passing through
Sweet like summer
Vivid like spring
As I lay on a carpet
of flowers.

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Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). However feel free to tell me what you think about them, and if you enjoy certain lines more than others - I'm quite OK with constructive criticism!

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16 comments:

  1. Nice mood capture.The first stanza is really solid, and I like the image of hues intertwined with thoughts.

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  2. i love that carpet...beautiful :)

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  3. This feels like a beautiful escape...a time of unity between body and nature. Lovely write!

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  4. My experience is of hiding under lilac--but wisteria is even softer-- a magic in that. Thanks for the remembrance. k.

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    1. Lilac sounds lovely too.. Hiding under any plant.. Willow trees are another favourite ;)

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  5. This is really well done. I like the way it moves.

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  6. Your opening stanza really appeals to me...I love that you brought thought in like this.

    Thank you so much for joining the challenge!

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    1. Thank you very much, and no problem - challenges help keep me on my toes ;)

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  7. Your poem gives me a very vivid sense of place, and the first stanza is particularly strong.

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    1. I'm glad you like it, thank you :)

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  8. a good sense of the hiding, here ~

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  9. Nice word weaving of memory and presence. I could almost smell their perfume.

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