Mind Birds

just a vision I had of my tongue being a garden...yes, I am an odd duck. :) and yes, I meant to write whole, not hole.

My tongue
is alive
with garden,
climbing the walls
of my mouth,
feeding my mind
with lavender blooms,
twining my feet
to themselves,
seeding the earth
as I go.

 

And up

through the roof
where I am
housing small birds
in my nightingale nest
of marigold hair

I am still;

 

as I am

warming new eggs
beneath

the warm feather down
of my tongue,

where they are
cracking their shells
with lavender petals
picked
with songs in their chests

 

through the whole
in the roof
of my mouth.

 

 

 

© Kristin Reynolds 11 20 2010

Reviews

[exotic flotsam]

Unusual.Risky. Imaginative. Leaving my own interpretation. Superb. I have Haikus on my page, brief reads, all. Yours was bold and provocative.

[Wondering Mind]

who wants to be normal if this is odd? Now I want to be a bird in that garden :)