saturn's rings are little things, torn apart by too much gravity perhaps. no levity would help, i fear. sometimes it is like that here. love and laughter sometimes coincide. and when they do, magic may happen. stuff like love and floral bouquets can be storied, stories unto themselves. we dare not ask; we do not really want to know. saturn's rings are little things, torn apart by too much gravity perhaps.
Bouquet 7
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Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
Gosh this poem evokes such a bouquet of feelings and memories for me, Murray! when I was eight or nine (last millennium, in the swinging sixties) I decided to start a fund so I could go to Uranus, although I didn’t know that – like Saturn – it has rings to navigate past.
My mum donated two sixpences (old currency in UK) and I matched that with two pennies.
Later she accused me (amusedly of course) of absconding with the money. To this day I don’t know where it went … I only reached Uranus through literature and day-dreaming.
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Thank you for sharing all these thoughts writingpresence. It appears that this poem was wildly successful in communicating with you. That is very pleasing.
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Superbly evoked
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Thank you again for the kind words d.a.!
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You’re very welcome
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Loved it 💖
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Thank you Laughing_Soul!
Where I live, spring is sneaking up on us, a time for love and laughter.
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