Lovely poem, so many metaphors. flowers were made for poetry.

I like how you use 'thirteen' in the poem, for some this number is unlucky. There is a real sense throughout that you miss somebody which is confirmed with the last line.
Interesting that you chose white as the main colour for the flowers, it is the colour of purity, an angelic colour that suggests no malice, no sin. You could also link the blue centre to how you are really feeling, sad and a little bit lonely.
clever poem

easy 5/5

I loved this Hanna so very much....
ughhhhhhhhhhhhh

This is a lovely poem so sweet and beautiful Hannah I really like it. Beautifully written.

I'll be back

I loved this such a romantic yet sad tone all the way , I agree with Darren flowers really are made for poetry

Loved this so smooth and beautiful

5/5

"Whispering winds wisp my auburn locks behind my ears,
just like you would do if you were here."

--- I can picture the curls moving with the wind's breeze as well as that someone whispering into your ear. So sweet and romantic, yet melancholic but also cheerful because those sound like good memories.

This was well written, the use of auburn locks - just enhances the alliteration of whispering winds wisp... and adding this someone whispering into your ears creates a warm feeling yet a sad one because this someone is not there.

"Sometimes, I swear it's you."

---- This part right here, I feel as thought its use as a foreshadow. To imply that this someone rest in peace.

"The bold blue and white anemones bloomed finally,
I counted thirteen,
which is one less than last year.

I'm afraid that each year it will continue to decrease,
along with my sweet memories of you.

My garden is full of various flowers I planted throughout the years,
roses, coral bells, chrysanthemums...
but the anemones are the only ones you planted -
just for me."

--- The way this is constructed is amazing, you know. You are foreshadowing sort of like telling in us ahead what will happen. In this part, you are saying that this someone planted those flowers and every year, you find that there is one less flower and hence one less memory of him. You are afraid that with each year that is to come there will be less flowers and thus less memories of him . . . towards the end there will be nothing left that could remind you of him, and that's what you are afraid of.

Snowy white petals,
you knew I loved them so...
remembering back to a time when I mentioned,
"white is classy, it can be paired with anything."

Yet, instead of picking white lilies or white hydrangeas...
you picked the one with the pop of blue.

----- This made me wonder why this someone picked the blue and not the white, that's a good choice.. Actually, what I mean with this is that it's a good choice of you to have made me ask why? instead of you asking, why did you pick the blue when you knew that I like white? So good approach. In my opinion, the less the questions are written in a poem the better, it's better if we create that effect in the reader just like you did it in here.

I, now, know why.
The blue is the same pigment as your eyes were,
the exact same.
Dark, rich, and mysterious.
You.

You amazed me with your thoughtfulness,
you knew they could comfort me when I was missing you.

--- But you know, the last sentence " I WAS missing you" makes me wonder.. aren't there any more flowers then? has so many years elapsed already.. and the memories of him are gone? But I also think that perhaps, the was was used to say that since you are looking at those flowers, you feel his presence. You feel him with you and that's why you also think that perhaps the one whispering in your ears was him, hence you are not missing him because he is there with you.

Amazing piece. I'm so glad this one won the challenge. Congratulations.

Holy crap.....Hannah, I have huge tears streaming down my face right now.....I am an emotional basket case this time of month if ya know what I mean and this is NOT what I should have read LOL......but....SO glad I did..

This could mean two things....the death of your mate and thats what you have as a reminder, or the end of a relationship, and that is a memory.....

Either way, this is just so incredibly sad because flowers can do so much for someone. They are given out of love, and given in death....The comparison to the eyes was highly unique.. We heard blue eyes compared to oceans, to skies, but really? A specific type of flower? So creative Hannah, this is just breathtaking and it deserves my nomination..

I see you have won your club challenge, as this should have. Really beautiful. I have to add it to my faves.

Love the poet you are growing into girl!!

I'm not entirely sure if the use of poetic devices were intended or not, but they worked so well. The imagery, as always, is incredible. You never cease to surprise me with such vivid imagery your poems create in my head. I love how you started with a little alliteration, then I noticed how it flowed so well with the slight rhymes such as that of "ears" and "here" in the beginning.

I love the analogy with the wind and this said person. Sometimes things like the rustling of leaves, lapping of waves, chirping of birds, or in this case, the wisping of your hair by the wind, reminds us so much of the people we love. And that makes nature so alive oftentimes.

The analogy with the anemones and memories is nicely penned as well. Instead of simply stating that the flower is dying or wilting away, you write how it loses a petal each year. I wonder about why you used the number thirteen. If it is randomly chosen or if it has a deeper meaning, and somehow, it makes this piece a little more personal.

It's great how you expanded on the whole image. How you described the garden with all the flowers - it is full of life. Loved the little flashback too, with the monologue. And it added a new perspective about this said person. It added a bit personality - how he loves you and instead of fully listening to what you wanted, he chose something a little more special. It shows how thoughtful he is and it is so sweet. :)

There is this part, though:

"I, now, know why."

The commas aren't needed...
I somehow thought that there was a little shift of tone. It is endearing how the persona speaks of this memory, of this person that it is bordering on regret. Perhaps she was..upset? when he presented the anemones.? There's just something about these four words that made me think that. And I'm pretty sure I'm looking at this totally wrong, lol.

The ending - I find quite sad considering all those verbs in past tense. Made me think that this said person is gone.. forever. And not just away from home, working or something.

Really enjoyed this, Hannah. Lovely piece.

Beautiful indeed... I liked the imagery, the story that revolves and the sorrow hidden amidst the flowers... You express your emotions with the metaphor of flowers and that depicted your creativity...
Awesome!!

Very nice! One of my faves for sure!

5/5

I honestly have to apologize for not reading this one earlier, I don't know how I missed it!

I always love pieces that incorporate flowers in them, and you managed to pick the correct ones to tell your story. I loved the use of white Anemone to indicate the resemblance to someones eyes. I have to admit that I googles it to see exactly the shade of blue you mentioned. And wow, I just love it!

Epically written, as always :)

Ugh....just freakin epic!

Hannah you got some crazy good shizzle in there, just puuurrrrrrrfect!!!

As always, the imagery is outstanding and absolutely sensational. Such clear images are evoked from your detailed, yet not overwhelming, descriptions. This poetic element always makes your work stand out and often above others - your skill at words is incredible.

This is a beautiful love poem though I'm unsure if this person you speak of is simply gone as if in the army or other special forces, etc or has passed away. I seem to sway more towards the latter because you seem to write:

'I counted thirteen,
which is one less than last year.'

and the following stanza,

'
I'm afraid that each year it will continue to decrease,
along with my sweet memories of you.'

^^
These seem to invoke the impression of uncertainty in terms of the measurement of time... it has been years, but how long will you mourn, how long until you forget this person you so dearly loved (which is something you don't want to do, but feel is beginning to happen already). So therefore this expansive passage of time seems to infer death of this beloved person.

Also with the line:

'Sometimes, I swear its you.'

^^ This makes me feel like you are being haunted (in a good way!!) by your beloved's lost spirit, he is still around because he loves you but it won't be the same, because he has passed.

Along with the visual description you write, you also tell the a story with a beginning, middle and perhaps even an end, though it is inferred (as stated above). The beginning seems to appear towards the end when you state:

'My garden is full of various flowers I planted throughout the years,
roses, coral bells, chrysanthemums...
but the anemones are the only ones you planted -
just for me.'

^^
With this stanza you also tell the middle of the story, what has happened over the years which continues to the following stanza.
I like the fact that the story is not simply structured which gives it greater effect and more emotional impact. It is apparent from the beginning that it is a sad love story, but as to why that is isn't told until later in the poem. Very clever.

Your word choice was elegant and beautiful and very effective in its use and arrangement. As with your structure, this has played an immense role in emotional impact and the overall story-telling element of the poem.

I like the use of the garden as a somewhat subtle metaphor for the love you shared. It began from something small and sweet and grew over the years, but your favourite, your one and only, seems to be dying off and/or missing its spark in recent years... An incredibly insightful perspective here, Hannah!

I also like the description of your beloved. Simple and short yet impactful and therefore very effective.

Overall,
I love your writing. You always blow me away with your talent for words and this poem is no exception. Keep the club challenges coming because the inspiration works wonders, it truly does!

Five/Five

Sorry about the double post. :/