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.
Bridgette Tales 
Beautiful words.
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You had me at the opening lines
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Beautifully enticing poetry, Bridgette!! 💕
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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. 🌿✨
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Flowers immortal
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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
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And what was the shadow-caster doing at the time?
🤔
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