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Scotch Broom Shrub
Winter-Spring Walk
a Dizain
In spring, scotch broom yields mille fois yellow blooms.
Breezes caress our trees, leaves swirl and dip.
A heady scent fills the air, sweet perfumes
tempt, beguile, offer memories: your lips
on mine. But you speak only of friendship.
The winds pick up. You shield your face from mine,
hold fast your hat and turn away—a sign
that love is fragile? Hawk flies in place, flails
against late winter storms. Clouds block sunshine.
(I long to yield my being to the gale.)
I was unable to participate in the earlier form challenges at dVerse, so tonight, for Open Link Night, I am attempting a Dizain…not an especially easy form. This is a first draft.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
A beloved is difficult to forget when nature keeps reminding you of what once was. Your poem resonates very much with me, Victoria.
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The parallels of nature and emotion, beautifully rendered. (K)
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This a thoughtful touching write! Thank you for sharing your piece here Vctoris, and for putting yourself out there in your words!
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This is great story telling… so bittersweet when love is not requited.-
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I love the way nature gently expresses the longing through sensory details. The surrender to the wind at the end is simply beautiful.
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You’ve captured the emotion of love perhaps on the wane. Well done.
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The last line is my favorite part. Thanks for sharing.
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Especially good for a first attempt (one I have yet to face) not least because the rhymes are so unobtrusive -excellent imagery in the second verse – beautifully understated
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An impressive draft…you conjure mood and emotion, Victoria
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I think this is fabulous. -Jen
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