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Flower petals
in states -
Immaculate.
Over night
serenity.
Spontaneous
sunshine.
Bursting -
wilted.
Stature of weeping.
Songs
of
Swans
Broken neck -
wilted.
Bees
circling -
Seeking.
Sadness
without -
Consciousness.
Fading summer.
Chill winds
chiseled -
Into stone.
Coming.
Everyone
is -
Going
Home.
Published 20th Aug 2021
Author's Note
I have been watching these flowers. One day they became wilted. I made a connection to the void of the aftermath. Sometime later, I saw a bee circle the flower and land. I sort of... could feel what the bee felt... like... knowing the ensuing season & understanding... only... also knowing that it was not supposed to understand...? it was merely supposed to be a part of nature... and then I closed my eyes & I could feel the ensuing shifting of seasons. and I knew that the consciousness of the bee was with me...
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20th Aug 2021 10:33am
Nicely poeted, Cipher..... I could feel those longings and those attempted understandings bubbling to the surface.... I like the crisp brevity.... impactful!!.
🌹 - B
🌹 - B
20th Aug 2021 5:31pm
21st Aug 2021 00:21am
Geez Cipher_O, I might actually miss the bees on my balcony now 😕
How they know there's flowers forty feet up is pretty amazing.
How they know there's flowers forty feet up is pretty amazing.
21st Aug 2021 00:24am
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21st Aug 2021 3:28am
I like the way you structured your words, it reads perfect. I like the author's note as well.
21st Aug 2021 12:03pm
LJ
Your perspective is a treasure in my perception.
My very deepest gratitude...
:)))
Your perspective is a treasure in my perception.
My very deepest gratitude...
:)))
21st Aug 2021 3:42am
21st Aug 2021 12:04pm
