The Baby In the Apple Flowers
With the green lines of lemon leaves
It was a pink drawing of dense desires
Rising from the dream and sweat pearls
Hand in hand at the hyacinth infusion
For a new pulsating poetry of life that
One day would look up at the towers
The feet fondling the grassy ground
An ocean in an oyster so cute and sound
The fruits a tree wishes to bear are many
In taste smell countenance and colours
The brain holding the pen looks for
A few lines that would tickle the sea
The lake under the thick ice in the Mars
Is striving to smile with a life yet unknown
We think, we dream, we wish and we live
Before the departure the flowers we leave
We had invested a whole apple that came
While churning together our flesh and bone
As they got lost into the crimson meshes
Of the old flame that keeps the river flowing
And now our eyes await the apple flowers
The sunshine before and moonlight behind
_____________________________________________
July 26, 2018
JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT
(mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
