Rose petals drift on the wind blushing pink as
they swirl in their soft descent,
Tiny and bruised, they curl up as if too
protect their inner, velvet, scent...
Yet it too escapes on the rays of the sun,
A testament of where they now lay.
Like myself, a woman in a fetal position,
bruised yet so full of life,
Waiting for the spirit inside to find its escape.
It too wonders like a roaming gypsy,
laughing and dancing around the fire under
a brilliant and full silver moon,
Manic chants cast gleefully to the magic
on the air,
Creating new energies to revive.
Its essence of what I am about, deep within,
runs deep into the forest of hopes as too not
be captured in a dying pose again.
"She" likens herself to the roar and guttural purrs
of a she-cat there,
A black panther with green, heavy-lidded eyes
stalking new realities,
Ready for a new beginning, she awaits her prey,
Feline, and stretching and relishing the hidden
cover of the dark mists, and her green nest she
now crouches in.
Fast, she pounces and grabs with long, hooked
claws to life as it tries to evade,
stopping it to fulfill her desires.
Her enchantment has won new sight over again,
forever within her to once again become one
with myself, the woman curled up like the rose
petals,
and too be a part of me again.
A new rosebud with its blushing pink petals,
hold strong within the grasp of its newborn hull.
Strong and reborn from the old, the seeds of the
past,
Yet still soft and appealing to open again to a new
day.
Have You Ever Felt This Way?
Comments
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yes mam right now! walking from darkness into the sunshine... nice piece this one
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m. i don't know. perhaps not the exact same way.
i like the part about the pettals being tiny and bruised. and i like your word choice: blushing appealing reborn pounces hooked-claws evade fulfill crouches awaits realities guteral manic. anyway. um lets see, the only thing that bugs me, and it only bugs me cuz thats not how i would have done it, not because its bad, is how your lines are done. like i would have ended the4th to last line as strong andd reborn from the old the seeds/ of the past.
but you did it consistantly and i only got like 3 houres of sleep so i may be picking at stuff that doesn't need it. a
weell i did like your poem.
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wow this poem is beyond amazing, i love it, its so true... ... thanks for sharing
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This is beautiful babe, I like it immensely. Good to see you post. Love you hon.
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