pink bells
silently
pealing in all
directions
a delicate sway
leaning into velvet
stillness
almost touching
down
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- Education, Nomad, Canada
- black and white and read all over.... a nun tumbling down the stairs, a chessboard wrapped around a body, a mime, a muse, a fool most of all..... a perpetual beginner amazed and puzzled curious and captured tormented and calm trusting expression trusting carnal knowledge hopeful about craft learning to yield
a convergence of an image on a card sent to my son and a glimpse of a swath of flowers heavy with the melt of cold in this strange niagara springtime
ReplyDelete3000 square feet of land and one lone purple tulip. I'd think poetically about that but the squirrels would probably read it and eat that last bulb.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful image that must be conjured as none such exists in the jungle where I live.
ReplyDeleteVelvet stillness....I could use some of that...lovely image.
ReplyDeleteTell me your unconscious (or even your conscious) ensured that the poem resembles a tulip - love it :)
ReplyDeleteWM- loved the image you have offered and can't help but agree with your assessment of the squirrel's relationship with tulips... or poetry.. or both! you always bring great food for thought. thanks
ReplyDeleteMr.C-funny how i take these flowers for granted!! your jungle seems to have a wonderful beauty all its own if your images are any indication.
LIfeisnotreal-thanks for the kind comment.
Garth -- :)
I'm never sure if these shape poems actually look like i think they will.... glad that this one came close enough. thanks!!
stunning use of words.
ReplyDeletepunch-thanks for the kind words. glad you liked.
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