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Friday, 14 March 2008

Primrose In My Garden Grows by Melanie Bishop

Primrose
silently grows
blossoming
in twilight's shadows

Golden
delicate and frail
not to last the night

And yet it
lingers still
at morning's light


Melanie Bishop, New York, USA
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6 comments:

  1. WH3:23 pm

    Delicate lines for a delicate image of life and persistance. Nicely done.

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  2. Anonymous3:41 pm

    I really like how you mirrored the delicateness of the primrose with the delicate language you chose.

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  3. Holi5:38 pm

    Beautiful a lovely laciness
    to this poem.

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  4. Tina Trivett5:16 pm

    Melanie, this is so lovely and dainty...and hopeful.

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  5. Cassiopeia Rises4:28 pm

    Thank you all for reading my poem.
    I wish I could send you all a big hug. You all are wonderful.

    love, Melanie-bd

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  6. Shauna10:03 pm

    Flowers like these, soften
    anyone's heart. Melanie writes
    with a gentle pen, that gives
    a loving nod to Mother Nature.

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