07/24 Falling For My Therapist

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Passed By

She is the most glorious thing
I have ever seen.
How can I describe
the most wondrous of things?
Hanging Gardens of Babylon?
I follow her blindly – everywhere,
when we are anywhere.

But is she truly like the blossom?
I think not.
The blossom does not smile,
and she does... with me.
The blossom does not speak,
yet she does... with me.
The blossom does not reflect,
we do ... always.
The most elaborate
adorn themselves with sweet aroma,
she does not,
but adorns herself with simplicity.

She is significant;
the orchid,
gloxinia,
cineraria,
all soon to pass by,
she passes me by, becomes obsolete.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA the bay state, United Kingdom, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, Canada, Europe, USA

Favorite Poets: Mary Oliver: Known for her accessible and spiritual poetry that draws heavily on observations of the natural world. She often finds profound lessons and connections in the mundane, from a walk in the woods to the flight of a bird. , Robert Frost: While sometimes seen as a poet of rural life, his work is rich with observations of nature, which he often uses to explore themes of human isolation, choices, and the relationship between humanity and the natural world. , Walt Whitman: A central figure in American poetry, he celebrated nature as a force of unity and a reflection of the human spirit. His work often connects the individual to the vastness of the cosmos and the natural world. , William Wordsworth: A key figure in the Romantic movement, he emphasized the spiritual and emotional connections., Jess Taper: his profess of concentrated awareness of experience in poetry in true freestyle was profound.

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Comments

Lavender

1 year 9 months ago

Passed By

Hello, Mark,
A melancholy piece. The infatuation feels deeply sincere, as does the let down in the final line.
Thank you,
L