For flowers
The bud is always a
Promise of color and form
To remain closed is that promise unfulfilled
The courage to open is a life complete and future assured
I know this fact to be true yet it is an impossible dream
For me dreaming big is easy but openness is a color
I never seem to completely find beyond fear
Acceptance is easy to give and difficult
Take when I judge myself so hard
Can I hope some color shows
Somewhere between my
Obtuse words
With colours and a rhyme
This past prime flower
Exudes existence essence
In the stamen and the pistil
This floral Stonehenge of today
Gives life not only to its progeny
But to humanity for years to come
As it gave life to those who built
That neolithic wonder
I feel something and can’t really see
I search my senses dreaming of the day
That I will construct the truest rendering
Of the vision electric that lights my heart
While evading my eyes and fingertips
Sun shinning within an Iris bloom today
Velvet petals soft as a cloud and the color of blood
Surrounds the core of a curved heart
I could only imagine this beautiful flower
In abstract terms until just now
When in a sublime moment of insight
I looked with my heart and forgot all else
I
Take
A long look
At my introspective soul
I then see beauty’s embrace
The tunnel vision life is a lie
Shades of grey is not life
Black and white can be
As much a prison as
A comfortable bed
Clear vision has
Color and
Depth
Gone
Flowing
Gently raining
Down over the dam
The river cannot be stopped
It’s power cannot be harnessed forever
I want to know if what was there is now lost
I am at an ebb in my flow looking around
Surely something is missing in me
A word or a world is gone
No matter I did not
Even notice
When it
Left
Perhaps
I’ve seen too much
Of the “big picture” world
At times I feel as though I’ve
Tried swimming up the Red River
So much I cannot affect by passionate
Breath or beating heart or even perfect logic
I just want today to photograph a simple flower
She is the best of models well rooted and unassuming
This white one stands still and opens her arms wide
Embracing my lens with a touch coolly sweet
Her red heart beats only for me now
A golden soul streaming out
Laying seductively
On a bed of
Verdant
Hope
Rooted deep
Wings flapping in the breeze
The pink ladies slipper orchid smiles
So close to the ground and grounded in beauty
I found you there hiding behind a tall oak tree
Or did you find me wandering and lost
Some days I am so perplexed
I too have rooted wings
Buried in a long past
Glued to the present
Searching for a
Future
It starts
Where it all ends
In an immense blue green sea
Warmed by the sun or a dear friend
Becoming a vaporous lightness of being
Cooled at the tops of majestic spires or holy choirs
There it all rests waiting for the proper time to warm again
Drip by drip and drop by drop it liquefies conjoining
With others mixing together sometimes with gold
As everything comes excitedly together
Rushing down in torrents of love
All falls back into the sea
I see the difference
Now between
Being alive
And just
Living
Half passed
A basket of stuff
Wizard of a darkened wall
Smirking grim reaper water’s host
Smoke and mirrors legalese lies and naked guys
All around the ranchers bench the truth escaped the weasel
Now we stop and open our eyes too late to ease the evil
I don’t think this Jenni is going back in the bottle
They say it makes great fertilizer
I hope it will grow flowers
At half past
Morality
Stumble It!