sonnets are for the birds

sonnet cycle

To reattach a tumbled petal

I employed use of a blow torch

As though it was simple metal;

It blistered, simmered, before forming ash on porch.

 

As dusk approached, accompanied by reproaching

Wind, whispered my culpable act into the grass

the flower, more solemn than before, remembers the petal poached;

nodding confirmation of guilt as I watch behind window glass.

 

Dawn was puerile hurling itself everywhere in a tantrum

While a pair of cardinals divided petals then took flight.

A bald flower stood swaying like a grandmother lacking equilibrium,

With drinking glass moistened soil although the ritual now contrite:

 

The flower transmogrified into a nest in a tree

And next season more birds will visit flower, once it’s deceased.

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More birds will visit the flower, after life has ceased,

The colour and petals fallen from soft-spot cranium

Fragrance exhaled and forever released

Lifting upwards-unknown as helium.

 

For years to come, more seeds will be sown

Until sidewalks crack and neighborhood ratio

Of flowers to lawn is overthrown

And the river of feathers flows.

 

Wait through red tides and murkiest waters

Through a cycle of endless seasons,

The progressions of young mothers render to care by aged daughters…

Always tending my field, never to my cause committing treason

 

Until on feathered current I settle, it travels

To reattach a tumbled petal.

 

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~ sometimes (such as right now)... i get to read such spectacular poetry... that i feel like my life has changed forever after reading just a few lines... and that too at multiple levels... ~ "to reattach a tumbled petal" would mean so much to me if i saw myself as one... and i do... and so i relate to this intensely intricate piece of writing... that (for me) is about restoration... and the journey to it... and through it... ~ a stunning piece of poetry... i'm not able to say much because it's so consuming and speaks of so many aspects of life... but please know that i am in awe of the way you've written this piece... 'tis from some place very deep and it reaches some place very deep...