Shadorma poems

                                                                "Bougainvillean Dreams"

you hold me

pale as crushed petals

paper dry

fading, but   

on pink bed of your soft hands, 

my dreams bloom, bold red

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                                                                              "Growth"

tiny leaf 

awakens, pulsing, 

growing faith

uplifting

face to the sun, shoulders straight, 

  an oak tree rises 

~0~0~0~

"Bee in a Bottlebrush"

Drink from me

deep to my marrow

where the seeds

flaming red

scatter the fragrance and tears  

of a wounded heart

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  OpenLinkNight - Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub:  OpenLinkNight - Tuesday
Poetry Form:  Shadorma

The Shadorma is:
1. a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines
2. syllabic, 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables per line.
3. unrhymed.

Photography credit:   Jamie Clark