Flower

July 29, 2020Life, nature, poem, Poetryflower, Life, nature, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

I held a flower in my hand
Delicate, whole, perfect
A small world within itself
And, as we searched for a gate.
A stile, by which to leave the field,
I crushed it.

7 thoughts on “Flower”

ivor20 says:

July 29, 2020 at 8:28 am

Delicate beauty and fragile…

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  July 29, 2020 at 8:33 am
  
  Gone all too soon….
  
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Sherry Marr says:

August 2, 2020 at 2:17 am

Ah, we humans have that tendency…..sigh……….beautifully expressed.

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  August 2, 2020 at 10:21 am
  
  Thanks Sherry.
  
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Myrna says:

August 2, 2020 at 3:34 pm

Such power in a few lines – so well done.

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  August 2, 2020 at 5:31 pm
  
  Thanks Myrna, that is much appreciated.
  
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memadtwo says:

August 2, 2020 at 7:47 pm

all too human (K)

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