Published by Vincent Mars
20-something high-school dropout. I write as a way of life. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and watch French films. I'm probably dying, but then so are you, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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A lovely poem, with a strong message. Love it.
Not to brag, but I took the photo, too. 😀
Nice! It’s a beautiful picture.
i really love this,it is beautiful in image and message.
Great 🙂
Forgive my frivolity, but I used to treat the women I met just as your poem suggests, until I finally realised that, woman or flower, they are both simply desperate to be pollenated. Sorry!!!
I can see your point. But women aren’t that fragile, are they? They appear so, but are quite tough, in their own delicate way. Sometimes I just think it’s women who run us, and the world.
And sometimes I think you are right. I don’t want to detract from your poetry, which is beautiful, but there are so many parallels we can draw from associating women and flowers. Both enjoy a season, glorious and brief, and both rely so entirely upon its success.
No detracting whatsoever – I quite enjoyed your comment, as well as the many other thoughtful ones you have left here in the past. It is so and I will keep that in mind. 🙂