To find you atop a petal,
suspended by fibers and veins
and lightness and color.
Oh, to see you so weightless
in such simplicity I would
pluck you from your perch
in the selfishness of always
and ask you for something
in my perpetual asking
- for words and words and words
and words that say more than
nothing, the ages of nothing -
It is the closedness of full hands
and an empty mouth.
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Wow.
This was very, very beautiful. I loved the last bit "It is the closedness of full hands
and an empty mouth." I don't know, it was just very powerful for me. You painted such a lovely picture with your words, which is always a difficult task to achieve. Bravo!
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Such longing ambiguous beauty within these words.I saw a spider,then a bird,but reading deeper i saw a woman who is loved,but the lover doesn`t understand her at all.
Your work inspires and humbles me.. Rewarded 4
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I'm not sure what to say.
You had me picturing a beautiful butterfly flittering above a flower then you went in another direction and lost me. Neat poem though.



