petals of blue flesh
curling away from frozen bones
bursting open
a cold wind kissing all
i should have
picked and put this flower
into the vase of my soul
before this endless starry night.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2019 18:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Utpala-Naraka: one of the 'cold' Buddhist hells.
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
I am sure the warmth of your soul would give succour to any flower.
So kind - I wish you a bright and wonderful summer.
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