the foxgloves hang from their stems like bells

the foxgloves hang from their stems like bells,

heavy from a summer’s rain

i look at you and feel the orchestra swell,

and hear my heartbeat patter against the window pane 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

A Lady with Style wearing Foxgloves... the frost is on the Pumpkin... where Chrysanthemums become a Chorus line... and Chipmunks smile. gently, Pat

[W. Barrett Munn]

I can tell you have marvelous training (from reading) of the great poets, T.S. being in the tiptoe tier with a few others, D.H. Lawrence, Wallace Stevens, Marianne Moore and Frost and Heaney.

Winston

[jaye river]

thank you, winston. it means a lot. i do my best to write poetry, not just for the sake of it, but also to honor the art form.

[NormaZ]

I love the imagery in this poem, the heartbeat against the windowpane, you say so much in such a short poem. Lovely.

[jaye river]

thank you as always norma, im glad you enjoyed!

[nadia dmitri]

Such an impactful piece, I love when people connect nature and emotion, great job :)

[jaye river]

thank you nadia !

[Chris Shaw]

Visually beautiful in its imagery while the emotion also impacts on the reader. A lovely piece of brevity jaye river.

Chris

[jaye river]

thank you for reading, chris!

[Ken e Bujold]

they don't get much better than this. Concise in its imagery, the concreteness of senses all being sharply tuned to the razor point of one overarching idea. Easy unforced cadence and rhyme seamlessly executed.

A++

lovely poem Jaye

ken

[jaye river]

thank you my friend! i'm glad you enjoyed.