I
The flowers of dreamscape
Crossed over to the real world
To be in my tub
II
Once I saw
Gossamer, scented wings
Of night flowers
III
Wilting gerbera
Tied up with a silk string
In a bouquet
IV
They glow
The peony headstone spray
In remembrance
Posted for Poetry Pantry #366 @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Ahhh..so sweet and beautiful and gentle
So beautiful, Sumana. I can see them all.
This is such beautifully visual writing, Sumana. I would like to see what you see!
Thank you for these wonders
Beautiful, vibrant visual image, and delicately beautiful verse sequence adding further dimensions.
What wonderful form and phrasing.. I loved every word
scented wings of night flowers…lovely.
You have painted a beautiful image with you words.
a very lovey and tender picture! well written 🙂
This is absolutely gorgeous, Sumana 😀 especially love; “Wilting gerbera tied up with a silk string in a bouquet.”
This is really beautful Sumana, the attraction to flowers in humans is so strange as we are not the ones that cross pollinate them like birds and insects.
Exquisite, some melancholy here…
A lovely reading for a summer morning. The first and second are my favorite.
This is really lovely.
Simple, but delicately piercing. Thanks for sharing.
Flowers and birdsong have crossed over from dreamscape to be in the real world. Thank God.
Such beauty you describe only makes the world one of love and peace!
They glow
The peony headstone spray
Oh yes, they do glow! The beauty of colors and aroma combined!
Hank
So beautiful, indeed! Lovely. lovely words, tied in a silk string, a bouquet of words. I remember….
Awesome style and colorful words ❤
These are all of them so beautiful. I especially like #2. You see flowers so beautifully and soulfully.
Beautiful images painted in this poem!
A beautiful poem to go with the painting. And a gorgeous painting as well!
I agree with Mary: a very visual ‘capture’, Sumana ,,, penned with a lovely delicacy.
You’ve brought us flowers! Thank you!
A rich floral fragrant poem inspired by a beautiful painting of one of the Dutch masters (methinks.)
The image of the wilting gerbera makes me want to weep.