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RSWells
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since 2001-06-17

Posts 2533

0 posted 2001-09-05 02:00 AM

A pregnant pod dehiscent
all along,
spilled in emotive carelessness,
an unkempt Johnny Appleseed.
So sown my myriad musings
now reap the ripened ruins
of a life which clung to
dirted clog tenacious.

What was the mighty oak
whose color changes umber,
being strangled by the kindred vines,
the guilted Blackroot,
wearying Sandpaper
and deceitful, pretty Jasmine.

The empty memories of the
hollow Maso bamboo,
spindly, insufficiant Green Sulfer,
darkened tight knit rage of
the Black bamboo.

Stands the thirsty, aging
Bald Cypress trying at this late date
to shade my lovely lillies,
the Southern Prize,
Beloved Ballerina
and the Belladonna.
They briefly flower, else they
wait in humid pain
for rain and shade
and light.

Their budding season cut to nothing
in a life of scorch and scorn
and lonely drought, interfering insects
who would eat away the good.

Is there time or season yet
for my Iris?

Cuban Rumba, Tahitian Night,
Raving Beauty?
or pray;
Pink Poetry, Rhyme or Reason,
Tranquil Spirit?

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

1 posted 2001-09-05 07:27 AM

Stands the thirsty, aging
Bald Cypress trying at this late date
to shade my lovely lillies,
the Southern Prize,
Beloved Ballerina
and the Belladonna.
They briefly flower, else they
wait in humid pain
for rain and shade
and light.

Their budding season cut to nothing
in a life of scorch and scorn
and lonely drought, interfering insects
who would eat away the good.

Is there time or season yet
for my Iris?

Cuban Rumba, Tahitian Night,
Raving Beauty?
or pray;
Pink Poetry, Rhyme or Reason,
Tranquil Spirit?
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There are many clever metaphors at work in this imagery rich write...
and much to be read between the lines as well me thinks....
will be back to read this one again when Im more awake..tis a tad early to go deep *S*
jm

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