within this wild cacophony of silence
sit the words we don’t say anymore
scattered wispy threads of dead conversations
tucked into seat cushions and under rugs
watching with its tranquil virescent leaves
serenely placed on a lacy white doily
the tenacious fuzzy buds burst forth
to dance and sway as vermillion dolphins
“look at that,” I half-whisper
glowing screen still cradled in my palm
your tired eyes sweep the room
smiling when you see the fresh blooms
are you remembering roaring ocean waves?
swigging rum under the starry night sky?
black stone beaches, curvy thin roads?
slippery volcano hikes amongst the misty clouds?
I’m too afraid to ask anymore
with the ghosts of words dancing about
so instead I silently smile back
staring at the plant by the window
Bridgette Tales 
the poem fits the photo so perfectly, I can see the dolphin! ❤️
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Thanks, John. Isn’t it a cool plant? When my grandmother died I got a clipping off her plant and started my own. This is the first time its bloomed.
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Awww, that is so sweet, Bridgette! God bless your grandmother. 🙏🏻
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cost thoughts what now~
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What now indeed…
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the future. our wound to ourself and He to suture nuture.
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Really so perfect the picture recommend the dolfin. Nice poetry write ✍️ you.
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Thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked it.
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Really I like.
Thank you so much .
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Nicole!
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A beautiful poem and a gorgeous plant with red dolphin flowers. I remember those white doilies – my nan used to have them everywhere. Also, like you, I’ve got a cutting of one of my late Mum’s plants. My daughter took the cutting when I wasn’t there. She then presented me with this tiny growing plant and told me it had been one of Mum’s treasured plants. I was so touched, and contrary to most of my pot plants, I’ve managed to keep this one alive. It’s called a Tradescantia (also known as A Wandering Jew). I also have Mum’s cactus – it has only flowered once since my Mum passed away nearly six years ago. Where does the time go? Xx 💜🌺💛
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Thank you so much, Ellie. I looked up that plant and it’s so beautiful! Now I want one! I’m so glad you have that plant to remember her by.
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Beautiful poetry.
Came to thank you for following me, stayed for the beauty.
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Thank you so much, Helen! Have a wonderful day.
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Such beauty in your words, Bridgette, and I love these lines:
scattered wispy threads of dead conversations
tucked into seat cushions and under rugs.
Lovely to pair with the image and those dolphins. 💞
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Thank you so much 🙂
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your imagery is exquisite Bridgette❣️
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Thanks so much, Cindy!
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indeed!!!💗
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Some beautiful verses with such unusual imagery ❤ – 'scattered wispy threads of dead conversations / tucked into seat cushions and under rugs' – very poignant describing the ghosts of long-forgotten words gathering dust in old corners. 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. I found there’s always snippets of conversations left sitting around unresolved.
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This is such a beautiful poem! I loved it.💖
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Thank you so much, Eddy! I’m glad you loved it.
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Oh, I feel this one so deeply.
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Thank you. It’s was a hard one to write.
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