The Orchid
I’m a little nervous and scared.
In that office room next to where,
I lay ready to be opened up,
There are flowers dying.
Their opening and pleasing time is done.
They’re limp and tired,
Soon to be tossed and forgotten
I, like those flowers, am way past bloom.
I hope there is still beauty in my smile.
I seek beauty and calm in your smile.
Show it to me – be my flower in bloom.
The Daisey
I bend over to pick up the dry fallen pedals of
the flowers I vased two weeks past
I should throw them out
but I can’t
there is still too much beauty
in their decay
This is where you will find me exposed, angry, embarrassing, plaintive, childish, inane, blemished, bemused and broken. Why do I invite you in? To drink your wine. To share your bed. To paint your walls. To touch your skin. To crack your shell. To steal your eyes. And return them open. To invade your prayers. To increase your song. To expose you to my madness and promise. To pour oil and wine on your wounds. To fail in all the above endeavors. Now it’s your turn.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
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