Remarkable how the statement that the petals follow the wind surprises us to mentally examine the apparent anomaly and serves to focus the images in the mind.
This is such a wonderfully active image. For me, it conjures up the notion of young children encumbered with all their favorite floaties excitedly tumbling behind their parents in anticipation of a dip. I spent a year care taking in a friend's Earthship home, the interior flower beds of which were overhung with bougainvillea. It was a never-ending task, keeping up with all the fallen blossoms. On windy days, they found their way into every nook and cranny. I share that to point to the way the idea in Bob's poem doubles itself–as the bougainvillea blossoms follow the wind, so we follow the bougainvillea blossoms. Wonderfully poem skillfully executed!
This is a fantastically lively image. For me, it brings me images of small children tumbling behind their parents in anticipation of a dip, laden with all of their beloved floaties.
September 27th, 2018 at 9:38 am
Remarkable how the statement that the petals follow the wind surprises us to mentally examine the apparent anomaly and serves to focus the images in the mind.
September 27th, 2018 at 9:41 am
So lovely, Bob.
September 27th, 2018 at 10:40 am
This is such a wonderfully active image. For me, it conjures up the notion of young children encumbered with all their favorite floaties excitedly tumbling behind their parents in anticipation of a dip. I spent a year care taking in a friend's Earthship home, the interior flower beds of which were overhung with bougainvillea. It was a never-ending task, keeping up with all the fallen blossoms. On windy days, they found their way into every nook and cranny. I share that to point to the way the idea in Bob's poem doubles itself–as the bougainvillea blossoms follow the wind, so we follow the bougainvillea blossoms. Wonderfully poem skillfully executed!
September 28th, 2018 at 12:33 am
true, and thank you for sharing that pov, I had just seen the paper light blossoms following the wind, on the golden beige beach …
September 27th, 2018 at 6:21 pm
brevity is the soul of wit. -Bob Lucky
September 28th, 2018 at 6:25 am
Very beautiful, especially this morning, to have a lovely image to be inspired by.
October 29th, 2018 at 4:16 am
A wonderfully bright and breezy ku, that sings to me of childhood summers spent at the beach with my siblings. Thanks for sharing, Bob.
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December 16th, 2018 at 8:38 am
I spent a year care taking in a friend's Earthship home
January 13th, 2022 at 2:36 pm
This is a fantastically lively image. For me, it brings me images of small children tumbling behind their parents in anticipation of a dip, laden with all of their beloved floaties.