Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves

poem of the week: sprung
May 12, 2012, 1:48 am
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(c) by margaux delotte-bennett

susans with black eyes
pink posies perennially
life seems perpetually
in bloom

colors collide
as petals peel
and creepers creep

water seeps through
soil flecked with
glittering minerals prone to shine

wide eyes spy
as nature flourishes in tune
with longer days of rays

soft showers feed these flowers
as a way to
strut their stuff


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love it. Spring’s never been my favorite season, but the flowers really have been something else this year. (tho so has the pollen, which may be one reason I’m not a big fan of Spring!)

Comment by mh

The flowers have been a bit confused with our crazy weather… but their beauty forced me to take notice.

Comment by kinkywaves

this poem is almost as beautiful as the early season itself.
I thought, when i came to america, that those “glittering minerals” were real gold, that i had been assured the streets were paved with!

Comment by marianne ross

I sometimes wonder how that myth started. Maybe it was the minerals in the soil… Or the golden corn fields!

Comment by kinkywaves

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