My Rhododendron of Loneliness

The arcs of how you work
On the PC before the desk
Chords of the circles
You paint while you talk
Hilly sentences of poems

The tales of the muscles
Swing in crimson sunshine
The machine you handle
While the steel melts
They are your boyfriends
They flirt overtly
Baskets of flowers, laugh

Sun sits on marigolds
I see you walking
Doing your hair
Talking to the unruly breeze
Holding you tight
In the pink behind

Poems ring on telephone
My rhododendron of loneliness
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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December 12, 2018 at 8:24 AM
The metaphors are fabulous, Probir, enjoyed reading. I know it is no excuse but if I don't hear from you my mine forgets to come and visit. They say it's because age is catching up with me and I'd like to run away from it. Eve
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December 12, 2018 at 6:24 PM
Absolutely right. The same with me too. Never mind. We will keep in touch. Thank you for your comments on my poem. Soup mail doesn't open.
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