last butterfly
inhales the purpleness
of meadowed bloom
Linked to Carpe Diem, and my excuses for using my poetic license to invent a few new words
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November 7, 2014
last butterfly
inhales the purpleness
of meadowed bloom
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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Bjorn, Well written. Lovely flower. 🙂 — Suzanne
Purpleness should definitely be a word. 🙂
I think we should declare it a word
Oh this is beautiful.
Very nicely done – fragrance lingering.
OK purpleness is now a word! Majority rules – right?
I read that sometimes the plant in question actually grows through its’ own leaves… like bones through skin.
Jen has more information too. 🙂
Inhaling color is one thing I have never tried! 😉
Contraband Boneset Haiku
Hurrah for your neologism and the original qualities of your butterfly! Love the ku!
That’s what a poet can do Björn … making new words, invent new words, because poetry is art … well done haiku …