I wear the perfume of my sun dressed existence
with green fingers and made-up face
that adopt the dew drops of summer's last kiss.
My garden of secrets still resides
in corners that remain untouched
by outside hands not strong enough to cultivate peace
these mysteries unravel slowly
among seeds I've never sown
brought in by someone else's design.
Each flower has a point of view
and I listen to the way her breath makes me tremble
completely caught up in her bouquet of dreams
and I dig painted toes
within the combination of the qualities
she adorns.
It's then I'll fall softly upon a willow
bending to hold the shape of integrity
as I search every inch of the stems that grow
deep inside my mind.
Am I a weed
a Tulip in disguise
waiting for that rainy day
so I can step within and do the housework of my mind?
Until then
when the storm unfolds
I play in upturned soil
laid out across this fertile ground
writing my life in butterflies
pretending I've changed.
Adding your comment:
Oh my gosh!!! This brought tears to my eyes because I see my life in those lines! Your poetry always touches me and reflects emotions and situations that I have felt.
