Bougainville purple fire
blazing beauty with thorn
quenching thirsty eye's desire
tearing flesh of thoughts forlorn
Pool of petals spread on ground
flower's lacrimation shed
rippled rings of colored sound
dancing ball gowns spread
Lips of morning, grass does moisten
chewing a sweet cocklebur
white clouds of oleander, leaf of poison
beauty glistens in patterns of gossamer
Glitter in the night sky
a crescent smile
a glimmering twinkle in your eye
easing time's last downhill mile
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: March 4th, 2024 02:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
Comments4
It's OK for some having cockleburs, and others of us not knowing what they are! lol. *gets out dictionary*
Thanks for the review Orchi yea it's been a long time since I ate one.
Nature at its finest! Wow Stunning, I did have to look up gossamer how very wonderful, my mind is so wide open right now so very clever dear sorrenbarret 🌼 🌹 🕸️
Thanks so much Teddy I appreciate the read and your always kind words.
Beautiful words soren about a beautiful plant.
Andy
Thanks for the read and comment Andy
Beautiful imagery.
Thank you
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