hologram hearts

Hologram Hearts

 

There are too many flowers to name

so we call them, the reds, the blues,

the curly square, small bloom.

It is that way with us,

at times we are simply the labels

others press into our flesh;

the drunkard, the poet, the avid reader.

Sometimes I think ,

what I might name you,

and muse of wild blown marigolds.

Sometimes it is of hayfields,

still standing gold before the cut.

Later you may be some other thing,

still lovely, still in bloom,

but restless, like the holly bush,

waiting for red berries.

Reviews

[Ladysue]

I think this is brilliantly done. You captured this beautiful and uniquely... very well done.

[Ed Hart]

well, now what am i going to do