my poetic flowers
Dragged up Stepped on Broken weed seeds into slush From dirt New life; Poetry, the pretty bloom of words to end my days
Deep
He prays for a sign So deep as life’s mystery Frogs croak in the pond
🐝🍯🍑🍒🥀🍭 He who craves honey. From best tasting flowers. Must find the bee spot.
Do you do drugs like drugs do you
Painting highs as cowslips low yellow meadows, buttercups & wattles waltz by lil posy primroses. But poppy wants her opium Mary Jane her green Salvador does dilly dali painting plants unseen. No hero in coke Anne’s addiction Her bong goes skiffle & she skedaddles To string the dust motes, sing syringes Cooking pot in dirty […]Read Post ›
Dark knight
Let the dark speak its comfort in the arms of the night. Gallant whispers lay the cape covering my fright. Be the hush of quiet Genteel be the hands that carry me. Take me in the darkness Make love to my dreams.
Spring
Today I am all tree, the withering leaf, the letting go. My breath is a swallow My reach, the sky & yesterday rooted in history. Wherever love scents my branches, Spring blooms & wisteria winds.. The tendrils of my heart.
Scent
After awhile she sorted the clothing. That’s where she found him, as if he’d waited there, to be unpacked His last possessions, an old worn singlet once close to his heart. The essence of him now pressed to her own. In the mingled scents she could smell the love.
So in love
Measure love by the length of her longing. In yearning years her pillow dreams. By stitching clouds & patchy rain, she keeps the comfort of the sky. The moon can’t always guard her night & who can count on stars. Not she. Just time with him, tattooed in heartbeats.
sing me my child
I will sing my child a song of flowers. I will weave her a lei to wear in dreams. I will lay her down in a garden bed. open her eyes to the deeds of the dead, fables fed from time immemorial. Love lies n lullabies n white lilies, with such clouds will I fill […]Read Post ›
Denise Carruthers @CattyKoala 