Forsaken Flower

Dear sweet Inky, this is such a truly beautiful and equally profound verse. Your imagery, as always, is breathtaking as the reader is transported to a forlorn field of forgotten flowers as the wandering soul is also forlorn and feeling lost and abandoned. You capture the anguish of longing so well and the reflectiveness of wondering if your voice, echoes of your heart, will be heard by the recipient for whom you call out to. A very touching read dear one. Loved it. Hugs to you xx

"...if all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty, & the fields would no longer be decked out with little wild flowers. & so it is in the world of souls, Jesus’ garden. He willed to create great souls comparable to lilies & roses, but He has created smaller ones & these must be content to be daisies or violets destined to give joy to God’s glances when He looks down at His feet. Perfection consists in doing His will, in being what He wills us to be." ~St. Therese :-)

Deep, full of longing-

Terse and touching! Emotive and outstanding! Simply excellent..! Into my FAVE

Ah this is breathtakingly beautiful poetry dear Ink... I loved that alliteration "cold kohl tears" and those last lines are so achingly gorgeous!

Your poem, dear Ink, is incredibly evocative and metaphorical. It is a splendid piece of writing that conveys its message concisely. The gentle and haunting beauty of your poignant words deeply moves the heart and fills the soul, resonating with the profound emotions of loneliness, loss, and longing that you express.

IE, you capture a very sad feeling, which I can remember as a young man in regards to feeling attraction that went one way. This could also relate to a tragic or other loss of life and wanting to say something when the opportunity is gone. Part of grief.

Wonderfully emotive, metaphoric poem, Ink. Splendid write, succinctly delivered, my friend.

You will count stars with a confident gaze in a field of forsaken flowers. As the lavender moon rises, calling your name with determination, you will be ready to face whatever life throws. You will never be a forsaken flower, dear Inky. Great poem, is it for a contest? ...Hugs

The lavender line with kohl tears is outstanding. Is this for any particular contest?

Oooh ~ beautiful!

Wistful and touching poem Ink Express. The feeling of loss lingers in the field. counting crestfallen stars...

Dear Empress, soulful, poetess, the soft haunting beauty of your poignant verse deeply touches the heart and saturates the soul to resonate with your lonely being's feelings of loss and longing for the one you call by "name in soft cadence". Your last line is especially affecting.. to be wondering and never knowing.. such exquisite tender expression! Warmest wishes my sweet friend.. ~Susan

Intriguing, riveting, mysterious --words that have come to mind while reading your poem. It is very beautiful, Ink.

Dear Ink Empress, Your poem, captivates with its striking words and emotional depth. The metaphor of being lost in a field of forsaken flowers, amidst crestfallen stars and a lavender moon, evokes a sense of melancholy and longing. The gentle cadence of your words, infused with the softness of kohl tears, speaks volumes about the desires for connection and understanding. It’s a reflection of the human experience, reaching out into the vastness of the universe, questioning whether our calls will ever be heard. Your poetic voice is heard with a delicate beauty that touches the heart and stirs the soul. Through your words, you envelope emotion and introspection, inviting me the reader to journey alongside you through the landscape of longing and hope. Your voice is a beacon of light in the darkness, illuminating the beauty and complexity of the human spirit. - Blessings, Daniel

oh beautiful flower how you deserve to be heard, amongst the brambles, a quiet flower thrives, thats you

- Deep and sorrowful, dear Ink :( - hugs

We have all be lost in a field of forsaken flowers... some stay around the pungent stench, whilst others remove them and plant new seeds of colourful flowers, ready for spring.... There is a haunting touch to your poem, where you are calling someone and wondering if they will reply ... sometimes there is only silence.. Best of luck in the contest dear..

If you drift away, may you dream dreams that bring you comfort :). Nice Job, Ed

Very nice and pithy poem! Have a nice day lovely sweet Ink ~ AA

This is so heart touching …