Sunday, August 2, 2015

Unpressed


Thank goodness you found me -
dehydrated, flat, suffering

from a homesickness,
I didn't realize was for you.

I slipped from the page into your lap,
delicate, winter-faded.

You kissed the sleep from my eyes,
unpressed papery petals

with elsewhere hands,
watched me bloom.




tk, from my second chapbook "Unpressed" 






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16 comments:

  1. Thank goodness you were found!

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  2. reminds me of those pressed flowers kept in a book..for safekeeping..so glad it found new life..

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  3. Interesting and delightful read. Greetings!

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  4. Visiting down south , are we ?

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  5. love this- especially the last line!

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  6. Elsewhere hands ~~~ sigh. This is lovely, Tess.

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  7. Like a security blanket he covered me. Lol! Lovely Tess! Big hug!

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  8. lovely, lovely poem. Not sure why I liked this one so much. But given the expressions on my face...its evident that I do.

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  9. "Homesickness for you" - yessss.

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  10. mmmm...winter faded...totally gorgeous x

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  11. awww crisp, enamored and totally good take. Cheers!

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  12. Such soft and lovely imagery, Tess. Love this!

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