Whispering fairy wings
Brings silent murmurs
to the haunting Sea Holly
as they waltz under
the silver glass moon.
Why am I here?
To gaze at the maze
of mangled tangled
petals with veins
like an elderly’s
time-worn skin?
Olive leaves
as sharp
as daggers
ward off
moonlit touches.
Only delicate darning
celestial butterflies
perch on
the wrinkled periwinkle
heads in search for a respite.
Why am I here?
Dream or reality?
For this is of my own making!
What cryptic
message is my
grey chamber
painting for me?
Eerie Sea Holly blossoms
reaching out in this
melancholic gothic garden.
Beautiful enigma
chanting in jiggered whispers
Misery……misery…..misery
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Comments (8)
There was a time where I couldn't make sense of poetry, and I adore it when a good poem makes my brain stretch and have to wrap around the concepts it speaks to my soul like a constrictor snake to its prey, but not to remove the life from this poem, but to get a grasp for the life that it's been bestowed with. Why am I here? In a painting, in a place of my own design Nobody asks to be born Yet, every person born has changed the world No matter at what time of their life they passed We are just fauna From flora and fauna And to flora and fauna we return Though we are delicate We are not so delicate as Moth wings in the moonlight That're filled with blood to help them take flight We are strong and resilient Yet, we're weak when it comes to our best gift Construction We can change our minds As we change the world The world changes with our hands Our minds through non-hollow eyes Even the blind change As they show us our physical vulnerability As we construct demise for ourselves all the time Why do we not Build a paradise For all To grow and become wise? Thus is the tangled maze of flowery branches. From begotten to begetting To deathbedding We're all connected Such an idea Need not be Corrected We're
Superb nature poem!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
This is surreal. It's a dream. Very well done.
And do our hearts fail within the confines of this darkened garden, or do we find a way to go on?
Wow! This piece of art gives off a whimsical feel taking the reader into the world of dreams. Nice Daphsam.
Love the rhymes and gives readers something to think about.
Why am I here? To gaze at the maze of mangled tangled petals with veins like an elderly’s time-worn skin? Geeze this is brilliant!
OH MY GOSH....this is mesmerizing, fabulously done