this invitro spring

 

 

 

Daffodils grow dreamy in my yard

along with the white narcissus, still

pining for love. Neither of which I

planted. I shall explain this tumult later

when spring comes again to jar my

comfortable, saffron fantasy. (I swear

a white tea rose appears in off years)

As for now it's too cold to worry further

about growth or tomorrow's. Too early

to put the screen in the storm window

unless my wish is to freeze my a*s off.

Then what? Women have told me that

I have a nice one, quite possibly my

most admirable feature, one might think;

this image of me dying back to bulb

 

forever.

Reviews

[Rosalind Gale]

So few 'views', relatively. I regard this as your genius of wordery. So little time many have, it seems, to find some truth, or something else, something that stays. I am happy to have discovered this, you.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I think there's an allusion to loneliness, self-absorption, vanity, uncertainty
all elements of the human condition
you face it in a way that is often kind of unsettling to witness when expressed
but I think that is so necessary for our growth as said humans
hell what would these flowers be without your vibes of experiencing them
I don't want to go on a tangent about beethoven's fifth
the coffee is wearing off and I have to switch from abstraction mode to something
more tangible in what many call reality
well done as always and I keep wishing I could read 3-5 pieces of urs and review each day
and catch up with all of them
but most days I'm the bulb and I'm afraid of the sun's profound, delicate touch

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"dying back to bulb/ forever"

so they say that about my rear end..i hope they like my garden too.

searching for love can end in frustration..and we can feel the cold coming on, enveloping us...

we must dream of the screen in the storm window...there will be warmth again...spring will jar me back to reality...and maybe there will be a woman there to take my hand and walk with me through my own garden.

[Corset]

Little pink houses for you and me ...you read my mind, I really have to be careful of the things I think about, do you know how unsettling that is? Especially when names and persons pop up when you don't wish them to, it's like feeling guilty for a crime when you're innocent but you still feel guilty for it anyway, even when you have no choice, the mind going where it will whether you want it to or not.

[emmajoy]

This piece is mainly a beautiful farewell to the fading year and your garden's extraordinary and welcome surprise arrivals.. then you wind down to those last few lines when your mind goes in another direction that's so diverse, i wonder if your thought is in fact, possibility! That final word is almost frightening.