Between the lion’s mane of peonies,
each line bleeds ink into pale petals,
full of think and wink and Lincoln copper
thoughts, those vaporous burns skimming
the fairest of your heartstrings.
The other day, crescent moon shimmering
in the morning blue, I found a few stragglers,
strands cast aside in your rushing.
The sound had slowed, beats hushed
as the singed ends frayed apart.
Cherry blossoms, like mad naiads,
pursued in spirals, with the mistaken idea
that you had noticed them, how
divinely they blushed this spring
when you passed us all by.
My hands trembled, but I held fast
these threads, softly coaxed petals
clinging shyly to my hair. I whispered
old poems into every braid, sending
them away for someone else to love.
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Jingle said,
July 15, 2011 at 6:19 pm
flowers bloom from planted gems, wow.
amazing title, very fulfilling piece, glad to see you back.
gossamercy said,
July 15, 2011 at 7:53 pm
Thanks Jingle! I’m glad to be back. The title is actually from a poem my friend wrote, which she just mentioned the idea in passing. I found it really memorable and wanted to elaborate on my own interpretation of it!
Andy said,
July 15, 2011 at 7:21 pm
What a lovely write and I too love the title of this poem. (I have a thing for flowers).
Very nicely done.
Here’s mine:
http://mypoetcharm.blogspot.com/2011/02/freedom-to-love-only-you.html
gossamercy said,
July 15, 2011 at 7:54 pm
I love flowers, and plants in general. Nature is such a source of inspiration. Thank you!
mindlovemisery said,
July 16, 2011 at 12:43 am
Absolutely gorgeous, loved it!