As they pull you in for an embrace,
You feel them drag the blade across your skin,
Forming yet another canyon
Deep in your flesh.
You feel the thisles begin to grow,
Thistles you realise will come to hurt others
Who pull you in for yet another embrace.
Yet you continue to embrace another,
You continue to search for that warmth,
The warmth you know will just form
More and more canyons,
More and more thistles,
That will one day hurt another
You have come to see the thistles as ugly,
You have come to hate the thistles
Because the thistles hurt others.
As I pull you in for that same embrace,
Thistles rend my flesh,
Tear up my skin,
And form such a wonderful red.
A red that will come to grow flowers.
Flowers that only we share.
Thistles.
The thistles that grow from your skin
Were not planted by you.
The thistles grown from your skin
Are something of complete beauty.
The thistles that grow from your skin
Do not cause me pain.
The thistles that grown from your skin
Will only bring us closer together.
Thistles that grow from pain
Flourish the most beautifully.
You, my dear,
Have flourished
You, my beloved,
Are pure beauty.
Categories:
thistles, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
Thistles create
neat purple blooms
but their stalks are prickly.
Grabbed near the ground
thistles will uproot
with little damage
to fingers and thumb.
It’s rising in the world
that makes them so nasty.
Categories:
thistles, environment, nature,
Form: Epigram
My heart is stirred by memories
the tune of song or still of pic
asking if I would commit again
seeking what brought me to that place.
Why would I want to bring it back
from the realm of yesterday
the pain, the angst, the loneliness
that came with love I thought I had?
There must have been a reason then
cause to want to twist the frames
flesh to mold, one to the other
seeking heat to meet to the chill.
Laughter echoes in recollection
smiles set with rectus grins
statues set in memory's grave
rapport gone, reflection tainted.
Don't take this for condemnation
the joy was pure inside each moment
just as the wounds were inflicted
accompaniment to past relating.
Now I wonder if roads could reverse
clocks rewound to seek the pleasure
thickets lure with heart's reflection
when the thistles surround the flowers
© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170405.
Categories:
thistles, lost love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Man, life sometimes can be so hard
His friend: "Sho' nuff, like the sufferin' sometimes doesn't seem to end"
Lest not til they put you in that box
His friend: "You still be catchin' the blues even then"
How so, my dearest bro?
His friend: "The devil still be spittin' on you"
That's right, accusing you of all the things you used to do
His friend: "He just keep pickin' at you wit dem horns"
Oh yeah, from the moment you die til the minute you're reborn
His friend: "I thank God for my sweet Jesus every morn"
Amen, He rose up from that bed of thistles and thorns
Categories:
thistles, christian, faith, love, religious,
Form: Rhyme
pessimists say weed, highlanders say emblem,
summit of strength, protected by spikelet's and hardiness,
bewitching and captivating flower, irresistible to man and deity.
armed stem defends and supports, tipped with the pride of Scotland,
coverage of clover hardened by the elements and stone,
the luck of the Irish forged by four petite leaves of green,
beauty of the landscape holds the power of this innate country,
tough together, alone are inspired by the magic of Ireland.
welsh pride holds the immense beauty of this tubular trumped flower,
colour of the sun, kissed by raindrops, blessed by a lush green land,
elegant and graceful, this adept nation holds this flower in their hearts,
the proud stance exclaiming its right to its land of the fathers.
Categories:
thistles, patriotic, daffodils,
Form: Free verse
fall blooming thistles
pink heads protected by spikes
hot asphalt cracking
Categories:
thistles, nature,
Form: Haiku
On
song-
a charm
of finches
om yellow flares.
Categories:
thistles, animals, nature,
Form: Fibonacci