I sit cross-legged
in the garden
on the warm earth
Sweet peas
wave to me
from the trellis.
Morning glories nod
and curl into sleep
As night
sets the stars alight
the breeze
whispers you
against my neck
almost as if you were here
I’m breezing in slightly late with a Quadrille for Bjorn at dVerse. He asked us to write a poem of exactly 44 words including the title, and use the word “breeze” somewhere in it.
In Other Words 
You are not late as it is open all week, so no worries! 🙂
I enjoyed this dreamy quadrille with a visual of garden plants waving and nodding. The last stanza is breathtaking.
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What a beautifully sensual and nostalgic piece.
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Oh the sadness in that last line… maybe the nightly breeze can soothe a bit
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I love the imagery of the sweet peas waving….and though there is sadness in the ending line, I felt soothed by nature ~
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Such a serene moment to this, if only the breeze were the loved one instead. I enjoyed the olfactory imagery–so effective.
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I particularly liked the 2nd verse – floral without being flowery – very lovely
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Thanks, I appreciate that.
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Serene and a bit spine-tingly at the end.
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The last line was perfect!
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Awee.. I fear to feel such longing. I the pace of your poem. Well done! 🙂
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the breeze whispers you
against my neck almost
as if you were here
True love can be felt most fittingly in instances imagined to be true. Great lines Other Mary!
Hank
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Oh, HEAVENS. This is just gorgeous:
“the breeze
whispers you
against my neck”
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