At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – the night to post a poem of your own choosing. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

“The Lotus comes from the murkiest water but grows into the purest thing.” Nita Ambani
Softly As the day passed to night lotus sat in the shadows quietly, till moon touched her softly, stiring a warmth becoming fire, she rose up electric with tingling flesh, and so quickly her perfect flower opened completely inviting, unravelling his tired resistance. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
The lotus has a short lived beauty, as on the first day, it will fully bloom in the morning or early afternoon. The second day, it will start to wither and loose its petals. The third day, the dropped petals will reveal the seed head.
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Yes, a treat when they open, such a short moment.
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Thats one of the wonders of our nature. Wonderful wooven poetry. Michael
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It sure is a wonder, joyous, many thanks Michael.
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Beautifully enticing, Paul.
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Many thanks Sandy.
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My pleasure, Paul.
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Soft perfection!
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Thank you, much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you so much for sharing this.
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Now that’s my type of eeotica🥰😄
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Excellent, glad you enjoyed it.
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Or erotica, take your pick🥴
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Lol, auto shirt, 🙂
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This is absolutely spectacular! 💝💝
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Thank you so much Sanaa, very much appreciate your comment.
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Tantalizing…
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Many thanks 🙂
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I must avert my eyes from your metaphor. *blush*
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Yes, intimacy like that is so personal in one sense and awkward in public I guess.
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Wonderful poetry. Reminded me of the Marathi Famous song Ghei Chhand -Makrand haa milind…. The story of a Blaack bee and Lotus flower’s love story. Where the Black bee is so engrossed in drinking the love potion that he doesn’t realise when the lotus closed its petals making him die, making love. Regards Jay
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Thank you Jay, I must look that song up, sounds wonderful.
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❤
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A very sweet piece! 🙂
The country that one currently resides in, the so-called United States, could — with all of its conflicts and resistances right now — use a lot more quiet and radiant lotuses.
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Ah, yes, I get that, it would be a revolution.
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Another beautiful poem
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Much appreciated. 🙂
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you Ken, a treasured word is beautiful.
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I love the lotus imagery! Soft and passionate!
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I do love softness at times, I think I’m more in tune with myself in that, thank you Grace.
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This is so soft and romantic!
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I guess that’s my preferred space, soft, I’m not into brash so much.
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In this part of the world there are no lotuses… such a fascinating flowr.
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They are amazing. I’m too far south now to have any, too cool for them.
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Paul, such a beautiful poem! Such gorgeous flowers! Enticement is their sole purpose in life. ❤ All the best! Cheryl
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Yes, the lotus is such a delight, indeed enticement is – I so agree. Best wishes Cheryl.
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