Fair of face,
And drawing the gray skies down into herself.
She wears white,
Like a nun,
Or the violet of an old-fashioned girl,
But she is the mad seed
Jimson weed
With her sharp-edged leaves
And her wild girl ways.
Go ahead.
Touch the beautiful little throwing star.
Press your face to her soft folds
And enjoy the pleasing scent of her.
She will cry before evening comes
And your instinct will be to comfort and soothe the pointed bloom that you have found--
But before twilight has moved into night,
She will be gone
And there you'll be, with her tears on your fingertips,
Wondering in the solitary darkness
If you have only been seeing things that were never even there.
Damn Shay... are you channeling me? I could have written this myself. Just not as beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
That was absolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA perfect poem for a magnificently beautiful flower!! She would love it, I'm sure. Blessings!
ReplyDeletethis is a thing of beauty!
ReplyDeleteYour words sparkled on this one Shay... i want to channel this person today.. I have a lot of painting to do...
ReplyDeleteThis is a message to do EVERYTHING before twilight! ;)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Shay.
You always find the perfect words to match the perfect picture.
ReplyDeleteI normally don't like poetry, but this is fantastic !
ReplyDeleteWhat an incredibly sensual piece!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so poignant...
ReplyDeleteMy favorite name for this lovely plant is 'evening nightshade'. Here the flowers are white and they unfurl in the evening, closing by noon the following day.
ReplyDeleteahhhhhhh ~ believing is seeing, and each teardrop is surely real but where did they come from and to whom do they belong? Opening and closing are fundamental in that sense ;) Lovely piece Shay, you know how to work your magic touch and take the reader to different states of consciousness, this is why I always come to read your work xxx
ReplyDeleteShe haunts here too, but your lovely powerful wow-rds made me SEE and SMELL her and long to be alone on the road at 4am....
ReplyDeleteSO Shay! (and that's great)
Aloha from Waikiki
Comfort Spiral
The way I see it is,we had her, even if only briefly.
ReplyDeleteWere it not for the tears, we would not have had the joy.
Live is short .. live now ..what a perfect piece to accompany that pretty shortlived posy
ReplyDeleteThe tangible slips through our fingers, the essence of memory lingers long after the flowers have folded.
ReplyDeleteYou've cast a wide net with this one, wrangling emotions and thoughts unruly into beautiful verse and poignant thought.