Green

constructive criticism always welcome

 

Don't fall

on your knees.

 

 

You will never know

the tickle

softly pressed

between my bare feet

and the green grass

of my path.

Me.

 

With this

You ask for memoir

and wonder

why the petal

of a winter flower

melts

softly pressed

between your hand

and the wind

 

Ice cracks

because

it

is

thin

not

because

of

us

 

I was

born without a seed

and my shape is figured

with a tickle,

touch for birth

and touch for death

and touch for being.

Touch

between

the skin

and the green

 

With this

You ask for memoir

and wonder who I really was.

 

Not my dreams

and not my words.

 

A petal

softly pressed

between your hand

and the wind

 melts.

Don't touch

and never ask.

Be

like

grass.

Green.

 

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Wow, I love this more than pizza! It's so intense yet leaves me feeling light and in tune with what really matters, deep read, and magical in many ways...I never liked the color 'green', that's a whole other story, but I've seen it in a different light! Enchanting read.

[Marri]

hah, this made a smile spill inside of me! Thank you! And not a fan of green either, but it felt in its place there, don't know why. I would kill for pizza right now....Thank you!

[Frieda P]

:-)

[Circe]

haha you guys... I love the colour green! :)

[Marri]

maybe because you live in paradise. I wake up in grey steel copy-paste town...you gotta learn loving what is around you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOU0JhkHY3w

[Frieda P]

Wow, thanks for adding that video, I hear music now. ;-)
Really interesting....

[Circe]

that's beautiful, the video clip too... i do think we learn to be one with the things around us.. we appreciate them and romanticise them.. it becomes part of ho we are...

[Circe]

wow.. this is sending beautiful, lush messages to my brain.... we can't be so easily as figured out... this green is like what our nature intended.. the touchings of all realms that we come to contact with.. it's in something simple and undefined.. the petal that evaporates as it is being held... there is nothing so constant as holding.. we brush and touch and feel and move on..... just so intensely exquisite Marri, spectacular one.

[Marri]

Thank you! For reading it and for feeling it and for seeing with the colours my heart chooses. Feeling understood is a rare feeling in life. And a beautiful one