Today I was prompted to compose a love poem with three required aspects. It must name at least one flower (the Texas state flower is the bluebonnet, and they love them), contain one parenthetical statement, and have some
unusual line (like this)
breaks.
This Love
This love of ours
like bluebonnets flower
in Spring flashing brilliance
of blue, purple, white, red,
and like it knew,
maroon (if you look close)
in April then waning to green
by May. Yet,
This love of ours
thrives with
life—stronger after hard
wet Winter passes. The
flower gone
the plant lives like
our love. Fruitful.
Reliable. Dependable. This love of ours, like no
other’s (spreading, seen, felt)
cannot be trampled or destroyed (though some have tried).
Look both ways, forgive but do not forget,
let love be seen with eyes of envy.
Mind the gaps,
but don’t let them be more than
a seam on a garment, a patch in a road, or a lone weed in a glorious garden.
Our Literary Journey 
This is so lovely, Bill. You’re not just about the snark 😉
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Thank you, Dale. I do not write them often. But I like the “not just” part. 🙂
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Thought you’d appreciate that one. 😏
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You know I did. 🙂
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Delightfully romantic Bill!
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Thank you, Peter. 🙂 She asked, “Is this about us?” LOL
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And you said NO, and ran!
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I smiled. Running isn’t what it used to be. LOL
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I’m with you there!
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🙂
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delightful. Words and flowers xoxo
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Thank you, Selma.
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