🪴
hapless indulgences
animated silences
quiver
🪴
hankered imagination
ambiguous synapses
quibble
🪴
each way you turn
each thought you churn
new lessons learn
🪴
potted flower plants
line your driveway
mind you don't crush them
🪴
Wed 16th Apr 2025 07:51
Frederick,
Your piece hums with quiet strangeness—like a whispered thought just before sleep. The repetition of the 🪴 becomes almost meditative, grounding the leaps between abstraction and earthiness. It feels like thought itself: stuttering, looping, suddenly blooming into something tactile. There’s something oddly tender in that final image—a simple warning, but with layers, like it’s not just about plants at all.
Thanks for the gentle jolt.
Regards,
Rolph
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Red Brick Keshner
Thu 17th Apr 2025 02:52
Thank you so much, @Rolph - so glad there was some use to that use of potted plant emoji and its periodic repetition. Very much appreciative that you took the time to journey with the poem. There is a poem there in your considered comment on the process of thought. And yes, it hardly ever is about the plants at all, in a metaphorised landscape. Thanks again and most welcome. 🌹🙏🏻🕊️
Sincerest returns,
Freds.