A minute poem (yes, I know) for the Secret Keeper’s weekly word prompt. The words to use:
OPEN | STRANGE | TASTE | FRESH | TENDER
The flower opens with the dawn,
Never a thorn,
Fresh dew spangled,
Sunlight tangled.
Perfume scatters on the sea breeze,
Tender rose trees,
Raining petals,
Beauty settles.
In this strange wind from the tide line,
I taste the brine,
The roses falling,
Your love palling.
VERY well done! Excellent use of those words! And once more, a perfect painting. Wow the colors in that one, you show me as much art in paintings I have never seen as you do your poetry.
I’m glad 🙂 The poem took a lot of fiddling with, and the painting took some finding.
Love that painting too!
The colours are gorgeous 🙂
Yes they are!
I like these minute poems. 😊
I do too. It’s a really addictive form especially once you get a rhythm going.
Which you do. Very well, I might add. 😊
Thank you 🙂
You are the minute poem master. Nicely done. 🙂
I do like this form. I can’t put my finger on exactly why 🙂
Well, you work wonders with it. 🙂
I do my best 🙂
Beautiful poem and great use of the words. I loved the ending, though it wasn’t what I’d expected.
Oh good! That means the meaning shifted in the last stanza as it’s supposed to, but I rarely manage 🙂
Nah, you always do. Loved it.
I’m pleased 🙂