Camellia’s A Tease
She awoke overnight
under full moonlight.
I saw her popped
pinkness at breakfast.
Bursting fullness
top a thin green stalk
and bends it sideways.
She greets the sun.
Seven closed buds—
her restrained promise
wait in her scent
for their turn to please.
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so good!
lovely!
yes, I, too, love the smell of camelias
Delightful!
Witty and charming. I love “popped pinkness”. Nice writing, Lennie.
Love how the title interacts with the powm
Lovely poem, Lennie!