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Flower Locus Living

Your life is poetry— whether words make it on a page, a screen, an ear, whether messages or moments meet the light of dawn, parturition processed sourced from the dusk of fears and hopes. You are ebbs you are flows— you are metaphors blooming till they grow feeble crinkling into fallen flowers, meeting millipedes meeting mess— to grow again anew—stalks sturdy— hope an approaching fire Flower, Locus, Living.

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Stephan McBride

Date: 4/1/2024 5:25:00 PM

This is beautiful my friend, May, God bless, comfort, guide and fill you with His peace, love, spirit and joy in abundance

Duke Beaufort

Date: 3/2/2024 8:53:00 AM

Laura, it's a very kind way to look at others. The title is a perfect reflection of our lives.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 2/25/2024 5:18:00 PM

Dear Laura, Your words perfectly capture the creative birthing process, where emotions from dusk blossom into poetry on the "page, screen, or ear." The imagery of the flower's ebb and flow, from blooming vibrancy to wilting and eventual rebirth, resonates deeply. The concluding lines, "Flower, Locus, Living," leave a lasting impression, emphasizing the continuous cycle of life, hope, and renewal. Such a poignant and evocative poem. - Blessings, Daniel

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 2/25/2024 6:24:00 PM

Really appreciate your thoughts on my poem, Daniel. Thank you! ~Laura