Friday, January 20, 2012

Plant language



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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Posted at dVerse Meeting At The Bar.  They are looking for poems fitting the style of Imagism. So if you got one or want to read what the poets at dVerse come up with, do visit the page.

23 comments:

Cynthia said...

Succulent rendering of this challenge. Engages my senses.

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful image you have painted here!

Daydreamertoo said...

Lovley, a bit like you can look but don't touch...lol Beautiful image painting.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Wonderful description! Very nicely done!

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Pat Hatt said...

Great job molding the plant to form, can easily see it as one looks at the pic below.

Claudia said...

love how you made the plant talk to us..

Brian Miller said...

nice...you made a plant come to life...i love how the leaves on some curl up...and i like butterflies too...smiles.

Raven said...

I love the simplicity of this ... and the "feather lightness."

Anonymous said...

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
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Unknown said...

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

Victoria said...

I enjoyed the crisp imagery in this beautiful descriptive poem.

Fireblossom said...

That is such a graceful ending to a really marvelous short poem.

Ravenblack said...

Thanks for all the great comments and feedback, everyone. :) Really appreciated it. :)

Other Mary said...

Nice touch...;-) These are very cool plants, very good images.

Beachanny said...

Something so quietly formal - so Asian, the shyness and the bow! Excellent tribute to the image within and without! Lovely.

Ravenblack said...

Thank you, Mary and Beachanny. :)

Lolamouse said...

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!

Ravenblack said...

That's cool. :) Thanks for coming by, Lolamouse.

Bodhirose said...

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!

Ravenblack said...

Good to know. Thanks Bodhirose. :)

dsnake1 said...

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.

Ravenblack said...

It really doesn't want to be handled, that plant. Thanks for coming by, dsnake. :)

Anonymous said...

Very nice; the simplicity works well. K.