That Tiny Seed
That tiny seed
in the garden of your being
plants itself
in a corner where you might not notice it.
Unplagued by your thousand obligations,
it gathers moisture unused by your arid life.
On that internal table,
its petals open to a visceral sun.
You can feel the flutter
feel its opening
and see it in your
dreams perhaps
or in a daydream, as a reflection in a shop window.
What you are inside of you
is something you should feel the wings of,
smell its faint aroma, be at least a bit discomfited
by that tiny annoying growth of petal
that is a message from yourself.
Sign language.
If you don’t listen,
it will whisper.
Then it will shout.
The prompt today is visceral.
Budding hibiscus. This small bud will turn into a huge orange bloom like the one I showed a few days ago.
Bleach all the colors from the flowers. Cancel out the sun.
Stay the music. Still the dance. Tell laughter it is done.
She will not walk this way again so all must cease to walk.
Her conversation’s over. The whole world must not talk.
Earth upon its axis should still its constant motion.
The cook must quiet his cooking pots, the chemist trash his potion.
The universe must end itself now that my true love’s dead,
and I lay myself beside her on our wedding bed.
For Cee’s Black and White Challenge: https://ceenphotography.com/2017/08/10/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-take-a-new-photo-or-photos-any-topic/
For Cee’s Flower Prompt.
Two bouts of heavy rain in the past two days have left my newest hibiscus rather waterlogged. I had to hold its head up to get one of these shots:
(Click on first photo to see larger views of all)
For Cee’s Flower Prompt.
This is such an unusual color of tabachine. They are usually vivid yellow and orange.
Love them against this vivid fuchsia wall.
For Cee’s Flower Prompt.
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