Best Introspectionflower Poems
Your e-mail engraves a smile while opening its contents.
I wanted to reply, to share a thought,
but my daughter reminds me during that curiosity,
an obligation to buy new shoes.
Being careful not to lose this thought in the pocket where I found my keys,
I placed it with a melody, a familiar whistle on tongue tip.
She with I weave like a zipper into traffic talk about school, friends, photographs
we found ourselves still framed on 6th and G.
Placing her hand in mine with careful grip,
she stops in time to save a purple flower called moment-
forged loneliness- alone in the parched concrete seam.
Placed it in my shirt. Seemingly protected by a giggle she looks for shoes;
She is only thirteen, tomorrow she will be sixteen
maybe laying in her bed with a realized
pain of the first kiss placed with ruse. Not today.
Today, we drove home foolishly to the radio,
as your thought is misplaced from absentminded lips.
We pull into the driveway. She kisses my cheek
within a single brush stoke of innocence;
suddenly redandblue skyandsun understand the simplicity
of the single purple flower (that replaced your reply,
Thorns upon a wilted vine
hidden within my flower bed
Through and about they do twine
From my flesh, the color red
Hidden within my flower bed,
my emotions do languor
From my flesh, the color red
weeps, yet I feel no anger
My emotions do languor
Though the ancient Willow tree
weeps, yet I feel no anger
No flowers do I see
Though the ancient Willow tree,
through and about they do twine
No flowers do I see,
thorns upon a wilted vine