NovPAD Day 2 (a sweet poem)
a clover flower
powders its nose
with spring’s pollen dance
and in the centre?
Love.
all its detritus
deposited in a brown star
what flings out
are tiny lillies
perfect as arum
if you look
if you look
that’s what she told me
the day I made apple pies for my son
love begins in the centre
humble & immoderate
and in the field
where time is measured in breaths
a million such flowers
are nodding
Out of the Cave 
beautiful images, lovely lines; I like this one very much, Worms 🙂 I love the lines ‘love begins in the centre/ humble and immoderate’ —
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Thank you, John. I’m glad you like it. It felt daring to post it.
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we should always be daring in our writing —
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A photo or a painting?
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The clover flower? It’s a photo.
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I knew it was clover. It is so deceptive. The detail is exceptional. That is frame worthy 🙂
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Oh thank you!
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What a lovely photo for your poem.
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It’s the last stanza that does it for me. The collective nod.
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Thanks, K!
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You’re welcome.💜
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Love that clover flower powdering its nose with pollen! 😀
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thank you!
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This is so beautiful!! ❤
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thank you!
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