poetry jam
she hides her wound away
he knows it is still raw
he picks her an hibiscus flower
and leaves it at her door
this tropical exotic treasure
its face all pink striped red
a symbol of joy and loveliness
the best thing since sliced bread
he makes her cups of tea
rubs smooth her little feet
and says" don't worry petal pops
the world is full of creeps
you don't know what it's like
it's full of trash out there
if you had a normal life or job
you'd pass away i swear "
Leaving treasures at her door, warning of trash on the other side... though that is where the flower came from. She will see that both are there - you just "pick and choose" treasure amidst trash.
ReplyDeletethe weave of treasure and trash is excellent, pity though, wish there was some way to let the treasures of the world be free and outstanding, yet, this poemen makes me think of the scriptural passage of the 'wheat and the darnel'
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much love...
This is a deep write and make you think of underlying layers of the spirit. Very interesting.
ReplyDeleteYes the world can seem full of trash out there. What a lovely sanctuary you describe. Lovely hibiscus flower too--have not seen any two-toned ones like that.
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the theme of trash/treasure, Rall. How true, that the world is full of trash. It's up to us to make sure we generate enough treasures to counter the effect of trash.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the surreal aspect of your poem, Rallentanda. The woman seemed to live in her little bubble but I guess she was lucky to find someone who understood that.
ReplyDeleteA nuanced story/poem. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteI like this sweetness of giving, and making aware of the other kind too...
ReplyDeleteoh the horridness hidden in these beautiful words!! amazing!
ReplyDeleteLeaving a hibiscus at her door sounds like a very special gesture!
ReplyDeleteA very different take on the prompt! I love this poem and everything it conveys - I do think that world is indeed full of trash, of every kind of trash you can think of. Anyway, the sliced bread line made me laugh. A sad, thought-provoking yet funny write, Rallentanda!
ReplyDeleteWell done.
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