Weary Is My Mind
I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always
That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest
Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids
There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once,
never again.
Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse
She runs screaming, yelping in madness as her body falls dead
Once I thought I knew, but as fate would incline
The truth would be only a weapon and shield–vulnerable. . .
never again.
The prating sound squawks as death marks before her squalid breathy voice
Her pupils' contract like a viper’s hint at prey, pouncing, and then devouring
The blood is left spattering and spurting among my grey, hollow walls
Only her wedded can clean out the muck as I have given up,
never again.
Coiling around me with her slippery scales, the precipice of my demise
The sword and the shield once though best, were only cardboard copies
My soul is shattered, and my will is blank, giving into her sweet, nectary venom
The forefront of my being is gone. . . crushed under a blanket of rue
For Weary Is My Mind
Categories:
nectary, anger,
Form: Free verse
Nature's divine creation is flora
Although there are numerous breeds
My favorite flowering plant is Ixora
The most beautiful flower indeed
Since Ixora has attractive colors,
It is also called as Jungle flame
I am magnetized to the pleasant odor
and would love to proclaim
Usually the flowers are solitary
but Ixoras are inflorescent.
Fragrances they spread,ajar the nectary,
an ancient antidepressant
The enthralling colors welcome bees
butterflies,insects and humming bird
I enjoy the serenic beauty,without fees
just by sowing pint-sized Ixora seeds
For the contest"Each one of us has His or Her own Flower of Attraction "by Rick Parise
Categories:
nectary, flower, nature,
Form: Rhyme