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Calendulas and Cotswold Stone

As the clocks creep, unknown... again, my summer's call, of Calendulas, and Cotswold stone, crumbles, in compliance, that this, beauty, cannot be…here, for me, alone.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/10/2024 3:05:00 PM

This poem creates a unique image of a country garden. Thank you for sharing its beauty.

Kate Davies
Date: 5/14/2024 11:17:00 PM

Thank you Hilda glad you liked it! :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 5/10/2024 7:18:00 AM

Dear Kate, What a powerful sense of longing. The fragmented style reflects the speaker's struggle to grasp a fleeting beauty. I loved the ending line, "alone," resonates deeply, highlighting the isolation of experiencing beauty that can't be shared. It's a moving piece. - Blessings, Daniel

Kate Davies
Date: 5/14/2024 11:16:00 PM

Thank you Daniel :) sometimes it's strange to stand in historic spots and know someone else has seen the same thing but you can't physically share the moment with them