I am sequential and chaptered.
You can't scroll to the good part.
I am not a plastic flower.
I am a bag of seeds,
and the picture on the front is only a hired artist's notion.
I am a vine that's been winding for years.
I'm not what you're used to.
I am rare, and thorned.
I have a bed, but you're not invited.
Not yet.
Grapes aren't wine fresh off the vine.
I am poetry, writing itself.
I am gorgeous blooms.
I will be these things seen or unseen, by sun or by moon.
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wonderfully scripted!
ReplyDeleteHow perfect this is! "I am a bag of seeds"......"Grapes arent wine fresh off the vine".......and best of all, "I am poetry, writing itself." Yes, you are. And I'm so chuffed i get to read it!
ReplyDeleteYou are rare, you are poetry, you are a gorgeous bloom. You show up and tell the truth and I'm in awe.
ReplyDeleteThis says so much about you Shay Shay
ReplyDelete"I will be these things seen or unseen, by sun or by moon."
La La moskowhoo
So, so, soooooo awesome. Love the boxed quote, too. (My seeds turn out better than the photo...tee-here...after only 40 years of growing stuff...) Sorry haven't been visiting much...been sick... Love & Hugs. xo
ReplyDeleteI thought that was a beautiful read.
ReplyDeleteWow! This poem satisfies my taste buds (as weird as that sounds). I LOVE it!
ReplyDeleteYou are indeed poetry. What workmanship
ReplyDeleteIt takes time to know oneself--and it feels good. Even if no one else has a clue. Lots of quotable passages here, but you know that--you wrote 'em. Still, these stay with me:
ReplyDelete'I have a bed, but you're not invited./Not yet./Grapes aren't wine fresh off the vine.'
Loved your words and the words of Jonny Ox:~)
ReplyDeleteYou can't scroll to the good part. I just love that.
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