a crow caws as a black cat points its tail at me wine colored lips recite a magical verse of enchanting words inducing days of red roses and oleander nights my soul is hers she has snatched my heart from me beguiled bewitched bewildered ‘ver since she cast a spell with an incantation in her poetry
My poetry rarely contains much symbolism. However, my desire to improve as a poet urged me to pen this little write. (The symbolic meaning of every flower mentioned can be found at the end of the post). The inspiration for this piece comes from Nandita’s “The Root Of Life.”
Garden of Poetry
Strolling through her stunning verses the aroma of rhymes entices my lungs as poetic sunflowers generate warmth and her love blooms in flowery tongues
Her windblown kisses of Baby’s Breath Are love florets providing a sweet motif As we exchange our primrose affections For I am her stem and she my adoring leaf
She will eternally be my sacred lotus Planted inside the deepest part of me As I’ve become the photosynthetic sun ‘ever nourishing her garden of poetry
The image reminded me of you N. Eye liner, touch of lip gloss, and of course the flowers in the luxurious black hair.
Sunflowers (adoration, longevity)
Baby’s Breath (purity of heart)
Primrose (eternal love)
Sacred Lotus (In Buddhist symbolism it represents purity of body, speech, & spirit)
Just because you’re my grand obsession my beautiful poetic muse doesn’t mean these little words were meant for you we both know there is a clock by my bed that marks every lonely hour you’re not by my side that doesn’t mean I wrote these words for you yes, I admit my lips ache for you as I breathe your words crave your prose which flow through my burning veins that doesn’t mean these words were written for you just because you’re my north and my south and I refuse to live a day without your poetry as your words fill me with joy as your rhymes beat with my heart don’t read between blurred lines just get over it these little words were never meant for you
Hola. Missed you. Took a two week hiatus to rest. Lonely Author is well and still waiting for a surgery date. I have kept myself busy writing To Do lists. Suddenly, after two boring weeks of thinking of To Do stuff to be done, I came to the conclusion I don’t have enough time to do the things on all of my To Do lists. So, the Chimp trashed them and decided to go back to writing.
I will drop by to visit all of you. Thank you for all of the lovely messages.