my shadow threw flowers
into the sea for you. floated
words on petals, threads
for you to pull. calling
through bright sun, casting
into murky waters. see
how closed curtains float
when blown. fresh lemon
wind leaning against bark
until the wood vibrates
you—again and again.
*8/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
Beautiful words.
Thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked them.
You had me at the opening lines
Aww, thank you. That means so much to me.
Beautifully enticing poetry, Bridgette!! 💕
I’m so glad you think so, Cindy. Thank you!
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What a beautifully evocative poem! 🌸 Your imagery is delicate, mysterious, and deeply emotional. Lines like “my shadow threw flowers into the sea for you” and “floated words on petals” create a dreamlike atmosphere that lingers long after reading. I especially loved how nature becomes the language of unspoken emotions, allowing love, longing, and hope to flow so effortlessly.
Thank you for sharing such a lyrical and thought-provoking piece. It is truly a poem to be felt as much as it is read. 🌿✨
Oh, thank you for saying that. I’m glad you resonated with it so deeply. It means so much to me.
You’re most welcome! 🙏💖
The pleasure is mine. Your words carried genuine emotion and sincerity, making it easy to connect with them. I’m grateful you shared such a heartfelt piece with us.
Flowers immortal
Nothing ever truly goes away.
Bridgette, I love how this poem makes missing someone feel real and alive, like flowers, wind, curtains, and even wood are all trying to reach “you.”
~David
Thank you, David. Grief feels like this to me at times, as tangible as if they are here with me.
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And what was the shadow-caster doing at the time?
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Trying to reach across time I think…
There’s lots of water to cover over that particular sea.
This is beautiful!
Oh, thank you so much Kymber.
I love how the poem is trying to reach someone from a distance, through shadows, wind and water. The fervent wish, ‘until the wood vibrates you—again and again’ hints towards an unresolved union.
Thank you, I’m very much missing my friend who died a few years ago. He was a poet and I’m writing a poetry book in his honor, including some of his work, but I’m often just missing him so much it hurts.
I am so sorry to hear that. Losing someone whose friendship meant so much leaves an absence that never quite disappears. Writing a poetry book in his honour is a beautiful tribute, and I hope it brings you moments of closeness to him, even if the grief still hurts. It also helps me understand the elegiac current that runs through your poems.
Beautiful. I can smell that lovely citrus floating by!!! 😍 🍋
Oh, I’m so glad you can, Chrissy! Thank you.
Beautiful!
Thank you 😊
Love love love it!!!!
Oh, thanks Dawn. That’s so kind.
This is a treasure, Bridgette. The curtain blowing in the lemon wind… marvelous.
That’s my favorite line. Thank you!