agapanthus globe

 

Inverted in space,

suspended in the north

with a southerly persuasion,

my heart grown in two,

homes.

 

Bejewelled moments

I want to break off to keep,

but my weeping hands

sift the fractures in wrong places.

 

I hold on instead –

ached to this perfect petal,

floated away on familiar

rivered Breeze.

 

 

originally posted 30th Jan, 2017, image from Pixabay

31 comments

  1. Reply

    oh Vanessa you make me smile and weep at the same time, I can’t decide which word, or verse or line is the one that makes my heart ache the most, I feel such longing in your words

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  2. Reply

    Lovely poetry Vanessa. One of my favourite flowers and your words will bring a different meaning the next time I see one.

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  3. Reply

    I wentto comment and pressed the unfollow button. They are way too close together on the reader!!! So i juts followed you again if you wonder why. Anyway…this is beautiful . Hoping my comment goes through. If so I will keep on!

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