Crystol Woods Poet Ottava rima

Plucking Petals

she plucks pink petals one by one till there none
 a stark bare stem with beauty gone and empty
 would that she could glue them back but it is done
 and now no soft and secret silk will tempt thee
 even the green, moist, straight stem bends in the sun
 and there are fresh new flowers full and plenty
 a vast field of flowers frilled and frenzied sought
 yet only this can tell if he loves you not

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Regina Mcintosh January 24, 2025 at 12:57 AM Wonderfully done. I love this. God bless you and Congrats, love, Gina Crystol Woods March 3, 2025 at 9:58 AM Thank you! Xo

Kim Rodrigues January 21, 2025 at 1:17 PM This one made me sigh! Loved the first line, the last and everything in between! Hugs and Congrats! Crystol Woods January 21, 2025 at 1:26 PM Oh tysm! That means so much to me... words of affirmation are my bread and butter lol. Xo

Unseeking Seeker January 19, 2025 at 6:52 PM he loves, who sees spirit, not outer form. a beautiful Ottava Rima Crystol Woods January 21, 2025 at 1:25 PM Yess, a hopeful verse i suppose! Thank you for reading and your thoughts! Xo

David Crandall January 5, 2025 at 10:34 PM Nice poem. It seems like she stands alone, naked, without petals, dressed only in her question, which I also think the answer to is yes, he does love her, because of what he sees, without frills. Crystol Woods January 6, 2025 at 10:35 AM I love that there are people like you, who know the value beyond the outward appearance. It's a struggle for me as i grow older. But I'm trying to shift my focus. Thanks David! Xo

Arlo Parker January 5, 2025 at 11:32 AM Amazing piece. I'm standing in the field right beside you. :o)) Crystol Woods January 6, 2025 at 10:40 AM Yess I'm trying to focus on that and not see growing older as a loss but a gain. H does love me, I'm blessed! Thanks Arlo! Xo Arlo Parker January 5, 2025 at 6:31 PM Once loved genuinely and sincerely, the more beloved connections as couples grow as one. H loves you!! =;o)) Crystol Woods January 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM When all our youthful beauty and outward frills are hidden with age, it's our inner beauty that they must come to love... more than the veneer, and more than the cover of the book. <3 Crystol Woods January 5, 2025 at 11:57 AM Awe... he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me! ;)<3 xo