a practiced smile on her face
a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love
emerging personalities
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring a moral code of empathy towards all
the sweet fragrance of pride
a tantalising selection between
intrinsic values and
natural curiosity—
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience
Categories:
oenomel, analogy, childhood, mother, mothers
Form: Free verse
The midnight sea,
Seeps through me,
Departing me from melancholy.
Into thy branches of blissful breeze,
Within a ray of sunshine enclosing;
thee by sensual Symphony.
Beneath thine silver chest-nut tree,
Amongst thine swirling dwellers,
In a womb thy heavens did bring,
With a scent as swell as thy presence meet.
Obviating the seizure, letting me free;
From spells and all atrocious dreams.
Endorsing my soul with thine sip of oenomel,
Plunging into thine boulevard of tainted sheets,
Caressing me, into a deep divine gentle sleep..
Categories:
oenomel, addiction, fantasy, feelings, happiness,
Form: Rhyme