Initially a small comment on Latoya’s poem, “Woman”, together we came up with “Summers’ Wildflowers” as a duet. Happy escape for the season!
Summers’ wildflowers
(by Latoya & Sean Bidd)
Reaching between the red cracked clay
Where the rains passed last wet season
And gave beauty meaning and reason
To be anything but dry because wildflowers were alive
And had eyes that saw everything
And nothing
Parched now waiting once more
For the dry, the drought to break
To come alive in the wet of snowflakes
The embrace of a season new
To hear the laughter on the old tin roof
In the long pause
To hear fresh again
The giggle of the trees
Birds playing hide and seek with the breeze
The water’s edge pressing at the front door
To bring on the wildflowers once more
Their dreamy scents
Sounds
Of colors out beyond eyes reach
Buried between the martyrs of fall
Preserving its innocents until the seasons call
Sit with me awhile
To take it all in
Waiting to be beckoned
To kiss the rain again
The aroma brings a shift in power
As the moon shines on
A summer of wildflowers
Sean B 
You two work so well together you write as one a warm and colorful poem.
It just comes together some how, it’s like harmonies in music, voices or instruments, with their melodies, and rhythms they play. Thanks, Sky.
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I enjoyed this duet a lot, I could imagine myself in all the scenery.
Being surrounded by similar places at times, helped a lot when writing this one, as it’s always real inside the mind… Thank you for following, and sharing your thoughts.
THIS PIC IS SO PEACEFUL I LOVE THE SOUND OF THESE WORDS, AND THE WAY YOU ALLOW ME TO INCORPORATE MY WORDS WITH YOURS. I THINK ONE DAY SOON I WILL SEND YOU SOME LINES AND GIVE YOU THE LEAD.
It was a day of rain a few summers ago, the place is just a quarter mile walk from home. Your words spliced in well to find the fuller story within the poem. The art of writing within an open space.
Sure, when ever you think is fine (:
the picture is spectacular….. i love nature photography 🙂 and this one is greenly and perfect….and poem is adding more beauty 🙂
Thanks it was during a wet Summer… It’s a small part of the local botanical gardens, while many of the other photos through out the blog are taken of places where my day job, and wanderings take me 🙂 Thanks again, poetry lives in everything 🙂
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