Touch-Me-Not
Leaves fold
close
at every
curious prod
or
provocation,
no matter tip of finger
or drop of rain
or brush of passing
butterfly's wings;
entertain only
kiss of sun
or whispering
breeze,
everything else --
leaves
come together,
bow.
***
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23 comments:
Succulent rendering of this challenge. Engages my senses.
Beautiful image you have painted here!
Lovley, a bit like you can look but don't touch...lol Beautiful image painting.
Wonderful description! Very nicely done!
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Great job molding the plant to form, can easily see it as one looks at the pic below.
love how you made the plant talk to us..
nice...you made a plant come to life...i love how the leaves on some curl up...and i like butterflies too...smiles.
I love the simplicity of this ... and the "feather lightness."
I love your closing! What an excellent representation of nature glorifying God and bowing in worship.
"everything else --
leaves
come together,
bow"
Your descriptions of leaves' delicate nature are beautiful.
Love your use of "entertain," as if they are particular about which guests they allow to attend their parties.
~Shawna
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Raven, really nice, I love the brush of passing butterfly's wings and close at every curious prod of provocation. You did a great job with the imagism prompt. Nice read. Thanks
I enjoyed the crisp imagery in this beautiful descriptive poem.
That is such a graceful ending to a really marvelous short poem.
Thanks for all the great comments and feedback, everyone. :) Really appreciated it. :)
Nice touch...;-) These are very cool plants, very good images.
Something so quietly formal - so Asian, the shyness and the bow! Excellent tribute to the image within and without! Lovely.
Thank you, Mary and Beachanny. :)
I had one of these plants as a child and was absolutely fascinated by it! I've been looking for one ever since. Your poem brought me right back!
That's cool. :) Thanks for coming by, Lolamouse.
I've seen those type of leaves that fold up when touched...played with them as a child. I love your poem that reminded me of that plant and the memory. Thanks!
Good to know. Thanks Bodhirose. :)
this is a very lovely poem about the mimosa; simple language, concise, not a word more, or less, yet the imagery is so vivid. (that's Imagism, isn't it?) :)
i remembered as a child i go around poking its leaves with a finger, watching it closing, and yeah, getting pricked by its thorns.
It really doesn't want to be handled, that plant. Thanks for coming by, dsnake. :)
Very nice; the simplicity works well. K.
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