Lady loved the plants’ light green
With flowers brightly red.
Her face angelically serene
Had leaves to shade her head.
Desert days, her stems unbent;
Life’s water through her flows.
Sweet-talking plants her days are spent.
Smiles’ light: the flower grows.
This is my attempt at completing Frank’s second challenge for Jilly’s August Casting Bricks Challenge. To participate, find the link on the right-hand side of Jilly’s home page and read the directions. All are welcome!
Nice second half, Charley! I’m glad the flower grows in spite of the desert at the beginning of the stanza. Thanks for completing the poem!
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I’m glad you like it!
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Consistent voice in this, Charley. I am most struck by the water that keeps the stem unbent even in draught; I see that metaphorically as well as literally. Nice job with the Challenge!
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Thank you!
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