They bloomed vividly
in sunlight,
until a wind shook up
clusters of roses,
snatched them
from the fragile bush
and dashed them
on the grass.
This scattering of petals
concealed unwritten words,
romance in corollas;
despite the thorns and storms,
spilled poetry and perfume.
Kim M, Russell, 22nd September 2025
This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lill is hosting the Quadrille with ‘petals’.
writing in north norfolk 
The wind is such a cruel devastater of the fragile roses… love the way they still create such a wonderful scene in the end…
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Thanks Björn.
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Love love love that last line! 🙂
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Thank you, Lill!
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This is absolutely stunning, Kim! I love the idea of “spilled poetry and perfume.” Roses have so much to offer despite being fragile ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa. I’m so please you like it.
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You’re most welcome 😘
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“romance in corollas;”
luv this
Thanks for dropping by to read mine. I did a small edit , i changed bouquet to posey
much♡love
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Thanks Gillena, and much love to you.
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This one is “petalucious”, Kim!!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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the last line truly brings the whole poem together
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Thank you, Rog.
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I love how you have drawn our attention into focus – radiant indeed – Jae
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Thank you, Jae.
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Beautifully written, Kim. This seems to happen quite often it seems!
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Thanks so much, Dwight.
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You are welcome.
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spillings … perfume, petals, pent up feelings. nice!
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Thank you, Ren!
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All the fragrance of a beautiful bouquet, Kim–poetry and perfume–a splendid wafting.
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Thank you, Jennifer. There’s nothing like a good waft!
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I like the idea of ‘spilled poetry’ 👏
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Thank you, Shaun.
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Beautiful and light, there is something about scatter petals on the ground that does feel like nature writing poetry. Here it is the Jacaranda petals, their lavender petals on paths after a summer storm.
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Thank you, Dianne. I have often wondered about the Jacaranda after reading books by Australian writers.
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Yes, even when spilled to the ground, the beauty of petals is not spent, Kim…
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Thanks Andrew!
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A lovely and unique take beginning with the title! The ending is stunning.
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Thank you very much, Mish!
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Oh my goodness, Kim!! This is so beautiful. Your words speak to my soul!
“This scattering of petals
concealed unwritten words,
romance in corollas;
despite the thorns and storms,
spilled poetry and perfume.”
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Thanks so much, Colleen!
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So beautifully written Kim, especially the last line 💕
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The visual of rose petals spilling poetry and perfume is stunning, Kim. Cheers.
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Thank you!
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Vivid! Both literally and metaphorically.
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Thanks Rosemary!
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Great poem, Kim! I especially love the last line! Gorgeous!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you very much, Yvette!
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“spilled poetry and perfume”
A gorgeous ending!
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Thank you, Sara!
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What a gorgeous write, Kim, and that last line is sheer poetry! ❤️
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Thanks so much, Punam!
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Even tragedy cannot prevent the petals speaking, wonderful.
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Thanks Paul!
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So welcome Kim 🙂
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Ooh I really like “romance in corollas;
despite the thorns and storms,
spilled poetry and perfume.”
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Thank you, Melissa.
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