Barbed Flowers

Barbed Flowers. I would write this all down to you If i thought you could read. If your hand didn't cast a shadow on what i would author. If only you had seen what i saw that i can only chalk about now but not here - afterall... Listen? You can't do that one of two! Not for yourself, not even momentarily. Patently not for me nor for others, not for our girls whom have ears that listen and seesaw. Your noisy darkness grasps the heart, plays it like a theremin. This is how i feel when you feel the way you do... like something always does. Better left unseen, unheard, unread. Put to rest the thread, it comes unraveled when the needle is unminded. The scent of October, it's windy fragrance, i scribe this to myself. Saptaparna etched in color. Holding the muddle together a little while longer... with rusted wire, I nurture beautiful barbed flowers.