Poetry Forum

Today, the canvas is packed with flamboyant
croton shrubs: an assemblage of mauve,
lemon and jade; shiny dreams
invite me for a trip beyond
my realm.

I wonder, whether the veins and ribs are set ablaze
with the fury of a frustrated spring. Leathery skins
appear to be dappled with blood-print,
each leaf seems to bear the agony
scripted in wearied pages
of a poet’s memoir.

Yet minuscule stars dangle in racemes,
hold out hope, perhaps content
with a life that doesn’t need
sunshine to boost
their splendor.

I fondle them, try to understand them, and feel
their silence; precious fabrics they are,
spun with a mother’s mind.
Ever- endearing.
And evergreen.

Brilliant Aru. You have come to Light and i love you..............

lxxx

Thanks for the time, Lovely.

I thought this was lovely - it has a dreamy quality which always ticks a box for me, and great touches like leaves being fabric "spun with a mother's mind".

Thank you for the reply and the time, Jsabian.