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Pollinator Flowers open themselves at pollinator's command. Attracting the ritual, with banquets of nectar and pollen, anthers and stigmas stand erect, anticipating his movement. A touch of pollen one to the other means reproduction. Drifting by, drawn by colors, shapes and sweetness smells, the pollinator softly lingers but moments here and there. Touching rubbing this, then that, then off…unknowing of its effect on the blooms. His reward is sustaining energy. Like a well-oiled economic machine, the dance of life acts out. Elegantly timed, chemically and structurally related circles of connection creates for both……their offspring. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2006-06-06 10:57:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Dellena,
Somehow I feel the need for a cigarette after that first Stanza. :-)
Just kidding I dont smoke , but found this to be sensual.
I like the idea for this one and especially the title.
Titles are so important to me.
I very much enjoyed this one and regret I did not have time to
read or participate much this month.
Very nicely done!
Best,
Jennifer