Yes this singular
peony in my neighbor’s
garden opens a
communicative
space as I gaze at it this
wet Spring day. Just say-
ing, it seems to say.
I know there’s more to say but
silence is fitting.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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What is so nice here is the poet listening to the flower as well as seeing it, the synesthesia of that communicative space. Some of your poems, like this one, invite the reader to share in the fun.
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Thanks Marion!
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Also, the poet’s generosity which allows the peony to have the spotlight. Lovely poem!
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