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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Rose
Standing tall
Never fall
A single red rose
In a proud pose
Petals shiny and red
With a promise to never shed
Come shine or rain
The rose will stay
Proud, red and tall
And never, ever fall
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“Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light”
Helen Keller
Friends of Mine
Please, be kind
Always, rewind
For these are all
Friends of mine
They were hard to find
Some, even declined
Some, were left behind
Some of them, combined
But when in a grind
I just had to remind
And here they all arrived
These, friends of mine
Shoes! Do I need to say more? From dversepoets.com
Welcome to the dVerse Poets bar from your host for today, Kim of Writing in North Norfolk.
It’s the end of August and next week children across the British Isles will be returning to school, spruced up in pristine uniforms and shiny new shoes, which prompted me to search for poetry about footwear by well-known poets. I could only find a few, including this wonderful shape poem by Shel Silverstein:
The poems I have found take shoes and transform them into something else, exploring a variety of fotwear in different ways.
‘Red Slippers’ by Amy Lowell is a wonderful example of imagist poetry that focuses on the shoe as an object of desire, making the red slippers other-worldly: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/red-slippers
In ‘My Shoes’ by Charles Simic, the shoe is secret face of your inner life. Worn everyday, shoes become part of you; they go with you, take you places, know your…
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“If, as a chemist, I see a flower, I know all that is involved in synthesizing a flower’s elements.
And I know that even the fact that it exists is not something that is natural. It is a miracle”
— Albert Hofmann
Elements and Symbols
Undiscovered
Laying dormant
Recovered
By an informant
The symbols drawn
Onto the unknown elements
Before the early dawn
Possibly as ornaments
Signs of prediction
Part, of some ancient superstition
Colourful
But fearful
These elements and symbols
Remaining a riddle
But nothing to belittle
Possibly the initials
Of gods from the past
Carved into stone
For ages to last
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Space Oddity
“This is Major Pink,
Calling ground control, over”
“Ground control to Major Pink,
We hear you loud and clear”
“Uhm, I am in a wee bit of trouble here,
It seems, my pods won’t retract, over!”
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Simply Pink
Yes, we are pink
Yes, we are in sync
Yes, we may stink
Yes, it’s the odour of pink
No, we are not a missing link
No, us, you can not drink
No, we are not an inc
So, just let this all, slowly sink
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Rhythmic
Stacked, with a rhythm
By someone, with a vision
It seems, like repetition
But it is clearly, symbolism
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Pink Rose 1
A rose, painted in pink
With a most delicate ink
And only for a moment, it will remain
But your heart, forever it will stain
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Pink Rose 2
Faded colour
Faded odour
Reminiscent, of summer
For it too,
Will loose its colours
And turn to slumber
When Autumn falls
Rantings Of A Third Kind 