The Poet Views the Poem

Where am I in my poem

Where do I end
and you begin?

Ephemeral ideas
born of ambient love,
the color of yellow roses
pinked by the sun.

I dare not separate
the you from the I
for fear of losing you.

And so we flow together
indistinct in form
vibrant in substance.

The gentlest reader,
The most pernicious reader
cannot prise us apart.

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Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Deep perception and rich imagery artfully flow too soon to the end.
Great read!

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Oh My! this is--- heck, I'm running short of ajectives!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Outstanding wonderfully written poem!

[Different Wings]

love it! "indistinct in form/vibrant in substance"
should it be 'cannot pry us apart'? not challenging, just wondering

[Brette Medb]

You cannot have one without the other. I love the imagery here. Brilliant.


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[Dream Weaver]

A lovely couplet swirling an acquiescent
vibrancy so pleasing to the soul…

[sushi]

Amazing.....

"Ephemeral ideas
born of ambient love,
the color of yellow roses
pinked by the sun.

I dare not separate
the you from the I
for fear of losing you."

Great write.....

[LoneWolf]

"yellow roses
pinked by the sun"

I grow variegated roses like this, so I found the imagery in this line to be most exquisite and worthy of the flower.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

The poet and the poem, both a part of each other. Great poem my friend.