07/24 Falling For My Therapist

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Passed By

She is the most glorious thing
I have ever seen.
How can I describe
the most wondrous of things?
Hanging Gardens of Babylon?
I follow her blindly – everywhere,
when we are anywhere.

But is she truly like the blossom?
I think not.
The blossom does not smile,
and she does... with me.
The blossom does not speak,
yet she does... with me.
The blossom does not reflect,
we do ... always.
The most elaborate
adorn themselves with sweet aroma,
she does not,
but adorns herself with simplicity.

She is significant;
the orchid,
gloxinia,
cineraria,
all soon to pass by,
she passes me by, becomes obsolete.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA the bay state, United Kingdom, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, Canada, Europe, USA

Favorite Poets: Dylon, George Harrison, Leonard Cohen, Jess, Rett, Black Mountain Gang

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Comments

Lavender

11 months 3 weeks ago

Passed By

Hello, Mark,
A melancholy piece. The infatuation feels deeply sincere, as does the let down in the final line.
Thank you,
L

mark

11 months 3 weeks ago

Pleasing AI

Not sure if it's any better but yes, sincere.
Thanks,