She powders the clematis
blooming around her neck,
and dabs at red posies
planted on fat lips,
she paints her skin fresh
like the calla lilies he sent her,
to make up for flower pots
smashed on her doorstep.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
She powders the clematis
blooming around her neck,
and dabs at red posies
planted on fat lips,
she paints her skin fresh
like the calla lilies he sent her,
to make up for flower pots
smashed on her doorstep.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
I love the vivid imagery this poem presents.
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Penned with a smooth voice that leads to an enjoyable ending.
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Another stunner! That last line—surprising and just right.
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This is great for the way that you have made use of images and then finished with an image that allows the reader to explore several different endings for themselves 🙂
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I really like this poem!
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Nice…
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This gave me goosebumps.
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Beautiful imagery
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Nancy, I envision the woman going forward after her love walked out. She takes out her disappointment by smashing the flower pots he had given her.
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This is so good.
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So evocative. X
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