inside the poppy,
lies a dark purple pulse
a secret heart
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: With the passing of Valentine’s Day, the flowers have bloomed wide open, revealing their secret hearts.
Writing Tip: I’ve been critiquing first chapters for a class. Sometimes, I feel like I’m evaluating valentines or looking at flowers, because I’m searching for the heart at the story’s center. If the author hides the heart too well, it’s hard to hook a reader. We have to open up and show the heart to connect.
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I THINK IT LOOKS LIKE KITTY CAT FUR….BUT WHO’S EVER SEEN PURPLE FUR—OTHER THAN PAINTED—ON A CAT?
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It does look furry. How are you, Jon?
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Okay for the moment, but beginning to struggle with my advancing Parkinson;s. The increased typos are maddening!
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My uncle has Parkinson’s. It’s cruel. Hugs.
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Hugs right back—for your uncle, too!
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gorgeous haiku. 🙂
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Thanks!
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the heart is life, in everything
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Yes. 🙂
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Splendid picture and such wonderful words, Brenda.
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Thanks, Kamal.
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Welcome Brenda.
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Your poppy is beautiful!
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Thanks!
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So many wonderful images with so few words 🙂 Well done! The picture too.
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Thanks, M.B.
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Beautiful… ❤
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Thanks!
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The poem sounds like a trilogy for a paranormal romance!
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Excellent idea! LOL
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Delightful, the picture and the words
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Thanks, Brian. I love hearing your voice reading your words.
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This is beautiful, Brenda! Both your poem and your photo. I wrote a post today that overlaps a bit with yours, though my focus was on tulips and aging. So much potential is lost when the bud doesn’t fully blossom and reveal itself in full glory–that secret heart!
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I like how you drew the comparison. Great post!
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Beautifully said. The picture is just amazing
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