She presents herself
Open,
Each crimson layer
Appeasing, in
Perfection, she
Offers herself
In blush
More than once.
Found and commissioned
Here,
Luxury in velvet
She presents herself
Open,
Each crimson layer
Appeasing, in
Perfection, she
Offers herself
In blush
More than once.
Found and commissioned
Here,
Luxury in velvet
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I will tell you please, Oh Queen – this is fantastic
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*blush* Thank you kind Sir. Happy you enjoyed.
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You blush
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I have my moments. 🙂
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This is YOUR form, and its amazing. I cannot write like this and LOVE reading it 🙂 Gloriously Beautiful!
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Oh, Morgan, thank you. I’m quite happy my voice in this format is returning. I appreciate you reading..
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I appreciate reading 🙂
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Audrey this is a little jewel of a poem, very pleasing in its crafted perfection. I can see the O’Keefe analogy, I would also like to add Emily Dickerson as well.
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Emily Dickerson, Mr. Cake, do you really? You’ve turned me many shades of humble. Thank you. So happy you enjoyed.
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Well every word is weighted so you manage to say more in the 30 odd words that most can say in 3000
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It means a lot to read that, Mr. Cake. Weighted with many delights, my wish.
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Indeed
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Smiling big, rather shyly, of course.
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So pretty 🙂
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Thank you, Dan. I was thrilled to find a flower to suit my words.
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Oh, she is so giving. And a gorgeous photo.
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Yes, it is who she is..
Thank you, Shari ♡
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So gorgeous … both photo and poem!
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Thanks, Debbie.
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these simple
words & images
magically get me
in touch with
that blossom’s openness 🙂
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Welk, I’m quite happy they did. I appreciate you.
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*Well
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Glorious
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Thanks so much, Willow
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🤗💝
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MYSTIQUE
We love to play the angel
Chaste as love in a mist
While concealed we feed
In backroom or dank cellar
That which we fear to own
Labial as O’Keefe
Our full blown passion flower
We sip and simper, nod and smile
Permit ourselves a certain obliquity
Allowing denial at everyone’s convenience
There will be no producing of notebooks
No taking down of particulars
No fear of imagination
Lurching into unexpected action
And should you spot a faux pas
Please be kind and pluck my sleeve
Subtly tip me the wink
I’ll do the same for you
~~~~~~~~~~~
Another oldie that seems à propos here. 🙂
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And nice flower pic BTW.
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Aw, I appreciate you saying so.
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This poem is absolutely stunning, Ben. I envy your writing. O’Keefe if a favorite of mine and she’s come up here before on my blog. I love this…
Thank you ever so!
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Glad you likes the poem. That was the plan after all. 🙂
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I so enjoy getting to know you, Ben.
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I love Columbine!!! Beautiful photo!!!! Beautiful words!!!!
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It’s the Colorado girl in us, my friend. Thank you!!
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We are still talking flower, right?
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You know me well enough to know we’re probably not, John. 🙂 *snicker*
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Ha ha ha. 😀
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One of your most lovely! 🌺
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Grateful for the flow of words. Thank you, Holly 🗻
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