Only one prompt submitted, huh? And the prompt inclusion, probably from the person who submitted it.

The rhymes are fine, the rhythm a little off. I guess the ending is making a joke? I don't get it, and I don't see how the title fits in. It creates a good atmosphere, but I don't know hat happened.

Interesting structure and rhyme pattern. This seems to be about that age-old theme of lamenting that something's time has passed, but it's vague enough about it that I can't quite pick it all up. On the surface, someone is walking past some shops, but I initially took the whole thing as the narrator going though the antique shop. This has a really nice feel and mood to it (and also has the prompt drop), but it largely went over my head, I think.

Hm, it's an interesting point that insofar as flowers would care about beauty, they do see it: its purpose is simply to attract animals, and they experience the success of that, so maybe they can "see" their own beauty. Simple idea here, but it's very atmospheric and pleasant to read. Maybe feels a tad explain-y and less artistic in a couple small places. Nice to see in contrast to the negative connotations of the other two entries that this one takes a positive mood.

This is hard to figure out which is best.

This entry takes a risk by acting as a commentary on another passage--now there are two domains of meaning which must be considered, and that is a lot of complexity!

Can the poet, like a steely closing pitcher in baseball, bring the game to a satisfying conclusion?

Most interesting for me is that the contributed part takes us into a world of verbs--dazzling, casting, uttering, tickling--and asks us to look at the life of a flower as something active.

This is a dark lyric, and might help set the atmosphere for a wider setting (such as a game or a scene in a movie where there is more information). As a poem, the next step would be to clarify the referent of 'it' in the third line.

>>Pascoite
I'll probably revise this one. It is in fact set in an antique shop, though the poem itself is not very well situated (but I like some of the lines).

>>Heavy_Mole
I wasn't sure. The "goads my instinct in" would tend to say the narrator went into the antique shop, and the kinds of things he sees in the next stanza would tend to jive with that. Even the one after could, except the use of "galleries" had me in a mind that he'd wandered into a museum or art shop, and made me revisit the "doorframe" of the second stanza as coming after the "goads my instinct in" as if he hadn't actually gone inside but was still on the sidewalk regarding the entrance at that point. With that in mind, the last stanza made me think he was in a library or bookstore.

I'd never even have considered submitting a comment on a different poem myself. Much less without rhyme or rhythm of its own (they're just too much fun imo)

But you present a quite lovely idea, and did it in a way that somehow feels beautiful to me.

Honestly, I didn't really connect with this one at all. Makes a bit more sense now, knowing it's set in an antique shop, cause I don't think I've ever set foot in one and I struggle to think of any memory even loosely related to any old-ish shop or something like it.
The structure with these indented lines was nice, but it felt more novelty-like to me than like one part of a whole. Though that's probably due to me not really seeing any bigger picture, any whole.

What I'm taking away from this one is pretty much: you and I probably have really different experiences and interests.

>>Pascoite
Was a bit sad, seeing only one prompt, especially since it didn't speak to me much. But I missed prompt submission this time. Guess I mostly got myself to blame.

My one line of thought that felt both somewhat interesting and somewhat connected to the prompt went like this:
blind + silent → see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil → the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing → geese are evil

..and that's the whole joke.

Also I couldn't think of any way to improve the rhythm without making the poem longer. Felt that wasn't worth it.