Honeysuckle
she leaves honeysuckle to weave
its tangles around forsythia branches
knowing the fragrance soothes her southern soul
with scented memories of a long-ago girl
who pulled wild honeysuckle blooms
and sucked their sweetness
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Written for We Write Poems Wordle #10.
Later, Miss Slater 
This is sweet and tender, Sabra. 🙂
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Thank you, Imelda.
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Sensual and beautiful…such a graceful nature-filled wordle…thank you.
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Thank you, Hannah.
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Beautiful poem! I have honeysuckle weaving its branches around a fence at home.The scent in the early evening is incredible.You have captured the very essence here.
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Thank you, Heather. Glad you know the sweetness of honeysuckle, too.
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Lovely
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Thank you, Mariya.
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Lovely and it brought back such tender memories of my childhood. Sweet honeysuckle nectar.
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Thank you, George. Glad you know the nectar, too.
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From a Northern clime, I know little to nothing about honeysuckle. Your words intrigue me and now I must find a way to explore what I do not really know. Thank you,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/03/18/at-the-end-of-the-rainbow-for-jaerose/
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Elizabeth, it is a wild vine that most now consider a weed and tear out of their yards. Its small bloom smells oh-so-sweet; and the fragance is strong which means it will fill a yard with its sweetness.
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Honeysuckle is a memory that never leaves one easily. I love how you tie the scent to memory in this poem.
-Nicole
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Thank you Nicole. You are correct about honeysuckle being memorable.
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I like how this travels back to memory through the smell of honeysuckle. Very nice.
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Thank you, James. Scents take us back quickly, I find.
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Lovely weaving of words ~ I like wild honeysuckle blooms ~
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Thank you, Grace. 🙂
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Thank you so much for sharing Honeysuckle on your blog, Mona. I always look forward to reading your blog, AlvaradoFrazier, and hope some of my readers will do the same. Happy poeming!
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Beautiful. Stirs up memories and feelings of summer. FYI, I still occasionally partake of a honeysuckle bloom myself.
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Good, Mark. I must do that this year, too. Thanks for visiting.
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Yesssssssssssss, brought back memories of me and honeysuckle too. xo
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And they are blooming now in Georgia. Sweet!
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Lucky you! Not sure when they come to NE – I used to see them all the time when I lived in the SF bay area…
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I tweeted your poem. Others need to read your poetry. -Lynn
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Honeysuckle is very special to me, a wonderful write.
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Thank you so very much!
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Just lovely.
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Thank you!
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Honeysuckle has special meaning for me, and I also remember a girl who also liked to pick the blossoms and taste the sweet nectar.
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It is a fond memory for me. Glad you can relate, Annell.
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