Narcissus

Branches blew a pink voiceless wish 

Narcisseae swaying with soft aurora air

Embelish hefty embodier this lover's life

Wearing patrician crowns of youthful dew 

Eyes twinkle a distance to words sedulously spoken

Secludes away the breezy reclusive bush

Fragrant surroundings by her ellipse 

Soul bracelet to breathless short exhale

Buds of delicacy took on an angle

Staring at the river of fiery joy

Ways to euphoric heaves  

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia who was known for his beauty. I found this piece light, stylish and wonderfully creative - you certainly captured the imagery of the subject matter in an exciting manner!

[B]

Thank you so much Phill

[For Play]

The final line sets the entire poem akimbo. Very interesting collision with the end.

[B]

Thank you for your review

[Tom]

Amazing how such a diminutive flower commands so much attention and adulation!

Fulfilling in every aspect!

[B]

Thank you Tom

[Chase Dylan]

I have learned a few words here, and wow, they are delectable ones... You write with a cascading flow that twinkles on the breeze of a reclusive wheeze... Absolutely breath-taking work.... Beautifully penned...

[B]

Thank you so much S

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Very beautifully done, Nisreen ... It is nice to see you again on the cafe ...

[B]

Thank you Marvin

[Paul Bell]

Is the flower striking a pose. Come to me.
The river flowing by, gives only a short time to bloom.

[B]

I am thinking of writing a series about flowers
all the different types

[Paul Bell]

I think you should write something dramatic, with a twist in the ending.

[B]

You think
i come here for the calming times of a good word
but i dont mind trying new stuff out

[Paul Bell]

Calming is nice. But everyone has a dark side.

[B]

Mine is almost gone for life

[Paul Bell]

Still waiting for your dark poem.

[B]

It ain't gonna happen lol

[Paul Bell]

Lol. It's in your mind now, waiting to come out.

[B]

Nope
I only see angels and listen to internal prayers

[Paul Bell]

What if i gave you four lines of sad darkness, and you added four line of light.

[B]

I would love that

[Paul Bell]

Nobody cries for yesterday
Not me, not you
Only the dead on the hill
Walk in the night
All yours

[B]

If settled dust secretly glitters
Innocent toes stumble in crimson blue
If mirrors reflect more than images
Souls illuminate light in the pitch of darkness
Living to be often unknown

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my ... Venus, Cupid and Suadela would be far too unworthy to caress such a flower ... your poem lulls me into a dream but that closing feels so primeval ...deep guttural moans enticed ... wowy wow wow! ;) so creative my friend ..strikes home on many levels ...into me library it goes ma'am
E.

[B]

Thank you E :)

[H.L. Cerveise]

Hum, again your words both calm and please me. Your poetry paints such beautiful pictures and I of course love the last line of "euphoric heaves." :)

Well Done

[B]

Thank you H.L.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i wonder if those water flowers look at their reflection in a lake or pond...see the glassy image and admire their own beauty...
j.

[B]

Waw
Jacob
you got this talent for reading right through my words
thanks