Jenna-Nichole Conrad Poet Free verse

Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds

Seething poppies whisper to me
How soothsayers are a lie.

Betrothed with thoughts of internal
Elegance, outward recklessness,
Divine intervention by stormcloud;
Pregnant with crooked emotion,
Clumsy words, laughter like a murder of crows--
Hear them:
The flowerterrible, the naked and tempermental.

They devour my truth.

A dull concept of time reels through
Candy coated consciousness--
Relative all the same; "Maybe they come here
For a reason."



"Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith

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Carol Sunshine Brown April 19, 2012 at 1:30 PM The sun is shining bright here this afternoon in Ohio and I am enjoying reading some very interesting and outstanding writing. So happy to see yours among the ones I am able to read this fine day before I get busy. Have a wonderful day and thank you so much for sharing your poetry with us Jenna. Love, Carol