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Bouquets

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
edited May 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Hidden behind a grateful window she throws flowers beyond the stone bridge towards the street. She pieces flowers by memory from scraps of faded tapestries. Colors of flowers that exist only within a worker's hands. Shadows float between the two rows of centurion houses drawn by men with names not passed down. Shadows rise outisde her window multiplying lines, and dividing her time into one moment after one moment. As she throws the flowers she expects petals to be serviced freedom by the sun. The weak breeze tugs on the petals as they spiral down.
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  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    NIce BiB... it brings illustrations of color into my mind.
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    This is a peaceful image and it is not without hope. :)
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