Purple Iris

 

 

 

 

 

Peeling away dried skin of purple iris

and roses red;

exposing inner bulbs, left to die,

in unmade beds;

wilted leaves curl up in corners

where hopeless assemble;

thorns draw blood from passersby

whose fingers tremble;

hardened soil seeks heartfelt tears

from merciful skies;

winds change direction, abandoning release,

of nature’s cry;

cold hands bury birth of color

under frozen sheets;

red prays for warmth of loving light

to unseal defeat;

peeling away dead skin of purple iris

and roses red;

carelessly abandoned, in search of a maker

for unmade beds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Antony]

Deep, deep, deep........fantastic and I am in awe of this piece of excellent poetry. WOW! I can go in so many directions with this. I wish I was a mind reader, to know just where your thoughts were when you wrote this. I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. This will go into my favorites and I will come back to interpret this as I think deeply on it.

Tony

[*** Hey Jude***]

This speaks to me of a heart that felt the need for empathy , and understanding that waters the thirsty soul. Only asking to find a maker of gardens, that life may return.
"left to die" ~ "wilted leaves curl up in corners"
So glad your back ! ~ Jude :-)

[Michael X]

when love passes away, this is what becomes of well wishes when picking off
petals from a rose, the contemplative nature of though and fortune,
how we move forward in progress, as in motive, this is the path that
continues toward ultimate understanding, beautiful work dani ^_^

[Chris]

We start with such hopes and life wears us and them away... until we wish we had hopes again... to dream before we lost our selves. You can only make the beds while you can... and then you just sadly wish you could.

[PENS FOR PEACE /TJ CALI..]

Truly a brilliant and artistic poem that takes on a new meaning every time you read it!
I personally see a lot of sadness and despair in it but at the end the light of hope shines through with the warmth of loving light in seach of its maker!
Another great write Dani and I believe in a very short time the world will see what we have seen in you a truly great, bright brilliant poet who's words shine the light of hope and comfort on not only us here in America but for all the citizens of this world!
Spot on this write dear, spot on!
Keep writing from the depths of your soul for the good of all souls!
You certainly did a remarkable job with this write!
Always,
TIM

[Angelic Darkness]

This poem to me speaks of hurting, pain, confronting, and trying to
find ones self. This speaks of the depth of your thoughts. AD

[Angel's Lady]

What a simply lovely poem...full of brilliant imagery and, oh so much more...

peeling away dead skin of purple iris,
and roses red;
carelessly abandoned, in search of a maker,
for unmade beds.

Great write, Dani...

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Wow . . . your use of metaphors here, just blew me away! Yes, very deep, and much complexity written within your words that forces the reader to read and re-read, and yes, re-read, just to grasp its force and message.

Your poet's mind runs quick and deep. Forever changing, like the currents of the oceans.

Beautiful!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

That was amazing

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Huh, this was a very interesting read. Definitely a vivid picture-- that's a given. There's something in the tone, though, that makes this seem a bit depressing, yet insightful... insightfulness probably comes from the reoccurring theme of the color purple. ;) Purple is such a royal color. :D

This was a very lovely poem.

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood