Daffodils - poemSubmitted by The Pen on Tue, 09/24/2013 - 22:30
Her smile was captured the velvet bristles in the folds -
transparent tongues shape halved cylinders,
thin as optic-fibers their axis point,
looking up their undersides:
shafting lights to them seer and sloth as a flame held long neath parchment paper,
catching subtle draft -
a subtle wince carries
the greater breeze...
a membrane between bloom and
star slipping o'er to grass-points down
from soil-pores to root,
the earth opaque-rich and quartz-sheen with small light,
all was circulatory:
the clouds spilt on the sky floor,
seem crumbling crests in a jagger of oceans,
all was circulatory - pervasive and gentle,
particles of pollen and prism raising in the dust of
immature winds whirling ungrounded,
visible only the circumambient motion they sling amongst...
IT is here -
filtering the sinuses of the breathing
and the Dead,
detail wholly lost to explanation in Its gate and shift...
yellow tooth-shaped flags reaching and scrolling
as hundreds of tops spun in jubilance,
on axes of needle-thread...
Peace and Love always.