Little Cherry Blossom Contemplates Becoming A Pollen Seed~

Much like shell casings

Encasing rattling runes

Ruins of my bones fell in metal sparks to ground

Grounded in the soil

Soil spread a moist blanket

Blanketing a mystery taking root

Rooting beside a cherry tree in full dress

Dressing, cross stitching a weary mind

Minding its own addled thoughts

Thoughtful of earth pulling tiny tendrils from seed bones

Bones split open for the fertile womb

Womb of another song

Singing shapes with rain drops

Drops of sunshine penetrating a weary idol

Idolized by tiny earth worms congregating through the underleaves

Leave me not, love me not

Not like skin, not like pearls for a mystical girl

Girl shape in sprouts

Sprouting leaves

Leaving those shell casing bones under deep foliage

Foliage in the breeze, whispering

Whispering a new day

Days beside the cherry tree

Tree dressed in white flowers

Flowers brindled with runes

Runes filled with nectar

Nectar on a blue bird’s wings

Wings in flight

Flight spreads a story in pollen contrails

Contrails in the sky

Skylight speckled with dreams

Dreams on the see through roof of a old man in a peacoat

Coating his life in swirls of ink

Ink in his glass of wine

Wine the color of cherry blossoms

Blossoms of a mad girl dripping lovely mystery. . . .

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[SpokenWord]

I couldn't help but to think about growing up while reading this and how I had to contemplate becoming an adult and what that meant for me for the rest of my life. It is wonderful going through a transformation from one stage of life into the next unless it is the last stage of life of course. :) I like the style you chose for this write and is like a swirling thought from one into the next.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

This felt like a movie to me, fast and slow all at once.
Beautiful, poignant, edgy visuals in my mind's eye.

Your imagination is vast...and accurate.

[Michael X]

The depth and utter fascination is a stage play, your words are the characters, and the setting is another realm, where art and beauty landscape a scene set poetic winds, and such breezes blow through
the mind like a warm hurricane of such, sweeping and ...phenomonal.

[OT]

oooo you're too good and you know it haha - love the way the lines melt into each other and snake - stunning ending to it too - "Coating his life in swirls of ink
Ink in his glass of wine
Wine the color of cherry blossoms
Blossoms of a mad girl dripping lovely mystery. " silly cherry blossom!

[Emily B]

I like these dreams . . . could lose myself on a cloud somewhere near the swirls and blossoms

[Joiedevivre]

Every poem of yours is a true work of art. I love it that I have to concentrate all the way through to make the sense, mind provoking, can't ask for more. That's what great poetry is to me.

[David W Moore III]

don't forget the definition of a mad girl in a mad world...
being 'you' is mad in a society of conformity to a strict set of rules. not that i don't conform, but who says that every one of those rules is right? (i'm okay with the don't murder one, i think everyone needs to follow that one) but the more subtle societal cues defining norm morph slowly over time and what is mad now could be normal in 20 years. you're not a mad girl dripping mystery. you're a girl twenty years ahead of her time!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Not like skin, not like pearls for a mystical girl............Blossoms of a mad girl dripping lovely mystery. . . .simply stated, I am me. A magical piece.

[Lilly Negoi]

the chain of life's causality reflected in your wording - beautiful!

[Rossen]

Cascade of sweet words flowing past my eddies
your soothing thoughts drift me away~~~

Rossen

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like the last line so much , many times I feel like a mad girl ..
'A mad girl dripping lovely mystery" - an appealing thought .
You write flawlessly and take us to another place.. sometimes I want to stay , sometimes the places are dark and frightening but always a great escape.

Chloe