A bouquet of clumsy words go,
as summer offers thoughts that grow
pensive-sweet, here in august
note as willow sings chorus,
it’s strange how little we live,
like flour that strains through a sieve
a bouquet of clumsy words go,
as summer offers thoughts that grow
Photo credits: Willow tree over the lake by Michelle Gordon, Unsplash.
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Ah! Lovely descriptions, Sanaa. 🙂
Thank you so much, Kitty 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Love the willow tree singing chorus. Gives me the summer mood, pensive sweet, yet filled with thoughts about life (how little we live). I get the hopeful tone for the future.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Yes, bang on for the form. Chaos and turmoil contribute to feeling that life “is like flour that strains through a sieve.” Good job.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
“boquet of clumsy words” Nice image
much💖love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love back 🥰
What a lovely summer offering of a poem! I love the phrases “bouquet of clumsy words” and “pensive-sweet.” 🙂
Hope you’re well, Sanaa <3
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Sunra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Yes, I am well 🙂 Thank you for asking 🌹
I like that flour line with the sieve.
Thank you so much, Shay 😀 so glad you liked it! It was a challenging form 💄❤️
I doubt you’ve ever had a “bouquet of clumsy words”!! 😆 You are too prolific, but you capture the melancholic reflection of summer, I know it well!
Hahahaha the muse has its days! Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad the poem appealed to you 💄❤️
Beautiful image, Sanaa. Your octelle has a sing-song rhythm to it that makes me think of children at play. It has the feel of summer <3
Thank you so much, dear Lisa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
it’s strange how little we live,
like flour that strains through a sieve –
Very very true. Great lines.
Thank you so much, Nitin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Lovely Sanaa! My favorite lines are the same as Nitin’s ‘it’s strange how little we live,
like flour that strains through a sieve’ Yes, we are so accustomed to filtering our words.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Wow I really love this poem. It’s exactly what it says it is ‘a bouquet of clumsy words’ but at the same time it’s really clever and cool. I like it. G.
Thank you so much, Gjef 😀 so glad the poem appealed to you 💄❤️
I just love the innocence that this line speaks to me with…
<3
David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
pensive-sweet. I must admit, I’m thinking sweetly of autumn already. Thanks for giving us such lovely words today. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Selma 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh these lines:
” it’s strange how little we live,
like flour that strains through a sieve”
They really hit home!
Peaceful picture you paint.
Beautifully done, Sanaa.
Reading the first line aloud only emphasizes its image, as it almost forces a bit slower pace to articulate. Brilliant. This line made me pause….”it’s strange how little we live” and the image of the sieve is so unique.
This is “pensive-sweet” indeed, Sanaa! Love the reflective tone. ❤️❤️
Amazing, this is so sweet!
It would have meant messing with the form (my specialty) but I think it would also have been really powerfulo with these last two lines:
a bouquet of clumsy words grow,
as summer offers thoughts that go
I love the chorus!