Monday, September 22, 2025

Petals Falling

 Lillian is tending bar today in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ ~ Careful with that shoulder, Missy!!!   The word for Quadrille Poems is "Petals"


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'neath umbrella's 

canopied dome

gorgeous blooms 

have found a home

petals whisper 

colors bright

softly they tremble 

in perfumed night

with each gentle fall of silk 

a question a prayer

my heart laid bare in fragrant air 

he loves me 

he loves me not




Posted by Helen at 2:51 PM
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21 comments:

  1. Dwight L. RothSeptember 22, 2025 at 3:21 PM

    Oh, he definitely loves you!! :>) How could he not! :>)

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  2. Jae RoseSeptember 22, 2025 at 3:25 PM

    How delightfully romantic and free - I could almost smell and feel those wonderful flowers - Jae

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  3. Arcadia MariaSeptember 22, 2025 at 5:05 PM

    Lovely poem.

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  4. Kathy GSeptember 22, 2025 at 6:00 PM

    I love both your poem and the graphic that goes with itt.

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  5. renSeptember 22, 2025 at 6:00 PM

    absolutely a delight! fresh as petals! :) xx, ren

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  6. Katerinas BlogSeptember 22, 2025 at 8:40 PM

    What a wonderful poem and the picture is fantastic!!
    He definitely loves you!!

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2025 at 9:55 PM

    Delightful poem, and delightful graphic. If he has any sense at all he loves you.

    PK

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  8. Kim M. RussellSeptember 23, 2025 at 12:12 AM

    I like the steady rhyme of your quadrille, Helen, just like ‘he loves me / he loves me not’ – something I haven’t done since I was a child. And so full of romance!

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  9. Frewin55September 23, 2025 at 3:33 AM

    He loves me, he loves me not - surely the oldest game, Helen...

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  10. brudbergSeptember 23, 2025 at 6:58 AM

    Love the ending.... makes total sense

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  11. lillianSeptember 23, 2025 at 8:39 AM

    LOVE the image. Love this take on the plucking of petals as one says “he loves me; he loves me not.

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  12. JimSeptember 23, 2025 at 7:45 PM

    Twisting the petal stem, he loves you.

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-WadeSeptember 24, 2025 at 6:21 AM

    Oh, how delectable! And I loved the reminder of the 'loves me, loves me not' game.

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  14. CRDSeptember 24, 2025 at 8:32 AM

    A question? A prayer? Wow!

    If all players of this game had their way, they'd never wanna run out of petals :)

    Cheers,
    CRD

    Do drop by mine :)

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  15. Sanaa RizviSeptember 24, 2025 at 9:24 AM

    Love this especially; "softly they tremble in perfumed night with each gentle fall of silk/a question a prayer." ❤️❤️

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  16. purplepeninportland.comSeptember 25, 2025 at 5:01 PM

    I love your umbrella of blooms!

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  17. Linda's Relaxing LairSeptember 27, 2025 at 10:17 PM

    Beautiful poem and image ❤️

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  18. pvcann.comSeptember 29, 2025 at 8:27 AM

    Such a tender poem, and one that lands on the "not" and yet doesn't feel hopeless.

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  19. paeansunpluggedSeptember 30, 2025 at 9:59 AM

    Oh my! Tender, romantic and delightful, Helen! Just like you. 💕

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  20. rallentandaOctober 3, 2025 at 4:06 PM

    Just beautiful Helen. Loves me not? Who wouldn't love you ! Gorgeous poem.

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  21. Melissa LemayOctober 20, 2025 at 2:54 PM

    I especially love your ending here, Helen.

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I appreciate each of you and the comments you leave ~~ thanks so much.

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