One hand reaches
Out to pluck a buttery
Yellow blossom
This eye sees the beauty
Softening my petal
Another hand grasps
My heart with intentions
Of loosening my roots
Plucking me from
The cool dark earth
This eye sees only the ugly
Hues veining through me, a weed
Needing to be retrieved
From the soil I desperately need
Still another hand reaches
Out to me, welcoming
My fertility – breathing
Exhaling enthusiasm
Releasing my precious seed
To the world who pleads
With me to write my poetry
In the soft warm breeze
Yes, I promise the truth
Is that beauty certainly
Is in the eye of the
Beholder, weather they’re
A child at heart or
A gardener with hope
Or a writer of breathtaking
Thanks to God
N/A from Your Best free verse so far 2021
April 23, 2021
Categories:
veining, analogy, beautiful, flower, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
“Gooble-gobble-gooble-gobble…
We accept her, we accept her…
One of us, one of us…”
--from the cult movie “Freaks”
It seeds from a single source, veining out,
making wrong turns, miscalculations
of earth and reticence.
Grandmother spoke to the television,
imagined they were talking
about her.
It runs in families.
Then a brother, now a daughter—
inane laughter screaming
down decades—dead
droning voices in heads.
It goes to the source, moles deep
into earth, small pale roots
worming away.
It runs in families,.
composting cores,
fleshy genitals
torquing stones, snapping
pink vessels
with crushing earth.
Gooble-gobble.
Categories:
veining, angst, death, family,
Form: Free verse