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A Flower

a flower I am not a contest I do not enter I am a free spirit to share the world of knowledge and a life for a moment the wrench of eyes dropping tears a nose to smell the wonder of bloom as the tree soon to convey the memories of linden and teas I walk the streets the white narcissus of my teens past will bring me to a field long gone in the mountains of Andorra an edelweiss to mix with your champagne a flower wall I do not dance to your rhythms but my own a voice to tell nothing but ears listening to operas my heart is full the dandelion a miracle of generosity as the forager need to eat with the season.

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Walter Alter

Date: 4/6/2016 11:07:00 PM

"a miracle of generosity" grabbed me. While most nature poets celebrate becoming one with the object of their contemplation, you remain sentient and solitary, as any good poet must.

Michelle James

Date: 4/5/2016 4:48:00 PM

Great write

Christy Teas

Date: 4/5/2016 8:53:00 AM

This one speaks loudly to me. I like it too. Thank you for it.

James Horn

Date: 8/23/2015 8:08:00 AM

You sure have a lot of responses from poets all over the place. What beach is the picture you are using on with other people looking around. I used live in Redmond, WA. Is that on either Washington or California coast? Jim Horn

Catherine Labeau
Date: 8/23/2015 8:40:00 AM

the beach Gogue with the rich and me guest a dream in bedstuy as always can weave a web to endear the hamptons private beach or other way I sleep on a bench in a park middle of the city with no problem I am free

Catherine Labeau
Date: 8/23/2015 8:27:00 AM

was in morocco and the beach for sure filling my bathing suit just the bottom as I no titsas the time with anchowies as it was survival for a meal

Bl Devnath

Date: 5/16/2015 2:09:00 PM

Beautiful poem on free verse. Well done with nice spirit. Loved always, my lovely friend,bl

Catherine Labeau
Date: 5/16/2015 7:11:00 PM

sorry about the potato you have to understand that as a waitress I have to know my legumes allergy rampant I know my menu vegetable, root, nut and seed and the legume a bounty lentil pea etc love you friend

James Marshall Goff

Date: 5/6/2015 8:53:00 PM

Catherine....have been in the woods lately meself....mushroom hunting.....an Owl hooted at me 2 days ago...as 2 Hen Turkeys scampered away! Good poem again...Dandelions are only revered by honest hearts, you! jim

Catherine Labeau
Date: 5/6/2015 10:53:00 PM

oh my dear the mushroom of my life to cook with the omelets I wish to share

Darlene Gifford

Date: 5/5/2015 7:40:00 AM

You dance to your own rhythms, Catherine, and you indeed are a free spirit! I liked this poem you have penned and gave it a 7 rating. You mentioned the dandelion. When you have time, I hope you will check out my poem, "A Rainbow Sparkles" where I speak about seeing the dandelions. Blessings, Darlene

Catherine Labeau
Date: 5/5/2015 10:27:00 AM

thanks for your beautiful writing the rainbow of the dandelion so touching so many flowers in your life you are wonderful