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Hand Me Down

Must morning return so soon? her hand-me-down haste, & moth-eaten bloom, grieves for the rain, of last night's pour, but, I still taste, the petrichor, dancing, on my tongue.

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Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 5/3/2024 11:26:00 AM

Fine writing Kate, keep writing!

P.M. Richter

Date: 3/26/2024 1:23:00 PM

Profoundly beautiful ~

Kate Davies
Date: 3/27/2024 12:18:00 AM

Thank you so much for the read and the kind words! I am really glad you enjoyed it :)

Gary Radice

Date: 3/17/2024 1:03:00 AM

This is great writing Kate. I'm left thinking of that wonderful earthy smell that accompanies rainfall and the dryness of the land despite the rain. A metaphor perhaps for wistful longing for things past? Perhaps not. It's just how I read it and I loved reading it. Cheers - Gary

Kate Davies
Date: 3/17/2024 4:34:00 AM

Hi Gary thanks you for the read and wonderful feedback! You are quite correct regarding the metaphor, and being able to keep those memories alive after the moment has passed :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/16/2024 7:07:00 PM

Dear Kate, This is a breathtaking embrace of life’s fleeting moments and the beauty found within them. Your words create a wonderful picture of nostalgia and appreciation for the simplest of joys, like the taste of petrichor on a rainy morning. Kate, your poetic prowess captures the essence of existence with elegance and grace. Thank you for sharing your gift of verse and telling us to savor the magic in everyday experiences. - Blessings, Daniel

Kate Davies
Date: 3/17/2024 4:31:00 AM

Thank you so much Daniel, your support and encouragement means a great deal, I was somewhat overwhelmed waking up to this comment this morning! Glad you enjoyed it :)