Saturday, April 24, 2010

Datura Stramonium

Find her by the roadside--

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.

16 comments:

Mojo said...

Damn Shay... are you channeling me? I could have written this myself. Just not as beautifully.

This is perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Patty said...

That was absolutely beautiful!

Marion said...

A perfect poem for a magnificently beautiful flower!! She would love it, I'm sure. Blessings!

Shadow said...

this is a thing of beauty!

Cori Lynn Berg said...

Your words sparkled on this one Shay... i want to channel this person today.. I have a lot of painting to do...

Ily said...

This is a message to do EVERYTHING before twilight! ;)

Beautiful, Shay.

Riot Kitty said...

You always find the perfect words to match the perfect picture.

Senorita said...

I normally don't like poetry, but this is fantastic !

Mama Zen said...

What an incredibly sensual piece!

TALON said...

Beautiful and so poignant...

ellen abbott said...

My 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.

Kelly Dickson said...

ahhhhhhh ~ 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

Cloudia said...

She 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....

SO Shay! (and that's great)



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mac said...

The way I see it is,we had her, even if only briefly.

Were it not for the tears, we would not have had the joy.

Daryl said...

Live is short .. live now ..what a perfect piece to accompany that pretty shortlived posy

Titanium said...

The tangible slips through our fingers, the essence of memory lingers long after the flowers have folded.

You've cast a wide net with this one, wrangling emotions and thoughts unruly into beautiful verse and poignant thought.