Petals (a Quadrille in an Imagist poem form)
Petals, arabesque and swaying.
Petals, brimming as bright as
a morning star.
Petals soft as scented heaven.
Petals’ sorrow plucked for joy.
“Loves me-loves me not,” cried
petals on black-eyed, doom-dark eyes—
petalled tongues whispering.
Petals wither
on the ground.
Petals the scythe
forgot.
Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille (44-words) in an Imagist poem form. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.

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