In their opening
flowers confess their love of
the sun’s warm kisses
~~
sharing this over at dVerse, where Anthony has asked us to write confessions
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I do like this confession!
somewhat inspired by your plum blossoms secretly unfolding. Wanted to do something with spring and personification.
Well, you did a lovely job. I also follow Bjorn’s blog and there is a hint that today on the prompt, it will be “confession”. this is perfect for that if you choose. I was going along a similar line. It is easy to sometimes get bitter and angry along the lines of “confession”….I don’t think I’m ready for that….we had a bit of a misty rain today. it already smells differently from winter rain and bluebirds were checking out their houses.
yes, the confession bit was also deliberate for the dVerse prompt…although I might try something a bit longer as well…
I like this side of your poetry. the humor and cleverness and the satire are always a wonder to read. But this….this is amazing.
I try to balance things out occasionally…
oh i like… and totally confess along with them….hmmm….longing for spring…
ah, tender…
I must admit, I am open tot he sun as well…
rainy today, but the last two have been amazingly sunny
This is a sweet confession I must say.. wonderful really there is also a sensuality that I’m sure is very much intended,
What a sweet, spontaneous confession… although I have to admit I’m torn between longing for more snow (not enough skiing this year!) and spring!
Glad you linked this!
any chance you could provide me with a Japanese translation of this (with the Kanji characters)? I don’t speak or write Japanese, but I have always loved the beauty of the written language.
I shall do my best, with pleasure
I like this, Bryan! And, ha, we all love the sun’s warm kisses, I think.
Lovely and I confess that I’d have to agree with them 🙂
Love that sun’s warm kisses ~
I AM A FLOWER & IM READY FOR THE KISSES. Seriously, spring is almost here… *fist pump*
and about time too!
Beautiful and magical ode, Bryan.
Audible sigh…oh, I love what you brought and the bloom of my heart imagines this warmth…I’ll be confessing my love, too. Beautiful, Kanzen!
short and sweet..loved it…
Spring is here! Lovely words 🙂
What I liked about this haiku is that it can be understood in many ways 🙂
Within a week, even in Boston, blossoms with be flirting with us, & old Saul will prep our skin for radiation; just had my dermatologist give me a clean bill of health on old moles on my back, & injuries from sunburns over 40 years ago.
Ah.. to know that flowers feel the warmth of sun.. in all growing ways of Springest life.. Sprung from yellow heat.. IS to know the Spring of Love.. that grows petal of life.. in love of being here.. and nothing more than that..:)
Beautiful tribute to spring to come. Peace, Linda
Beautiful!
Always entranced by the metaphorical use of flowers, especially here where an actual action is taking place. The “opening” of the flower to accept the desired affection of the sun while simultaneously rendering itself vulnerable is a beautifully powerful image, and an even more powerful confession.
Beautifully written – I like the spring/romance metaphor.