Perspective

rudbeckia

Sometimes the weather

is more what you choose to see

than what can be felt

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Fully Grown

Morden Blush

The vows, inception, but a bud,

Which Time has now released;

The years, the layers, gracious flood

Where depth of love increased.

The petals, pathways intertwined,

Your fingers in my own;

The flower, beauty, souls aligned,

A marriage fully grown.

 

 

 

Wrinkles

apricot daylily

Her heart of hearts records the pain,

Places where deep scars remain;

Damaged tissues bear the strain,

Warped and twisted soul.

Kissed by Light, and coaxed by rain,

Wounded places bloom again,

Every scar croons fresh refrain –

Wrinkles make her whole.

The Pearl

the pearl2

Enter the worm –

parasitic biting beast,

ravenous for fleshy feast,

wants your soul which, once deceased,

sates its hellish greed.

Feel it squirm –

victim senses dark intent,

groans in grievous sore lament,

acts with speed to circumvent

worm’s attempt to feed.

Stand up tall –

fight invaders of your soul,

                                                  life needs hearts whose flesh stays whole,

don’t relinquish full control;

pain is but a birth.

It’s your call –

you could choose to let them bite,

or you could use your darkest night

to forge a pearl of brilliant white,

outcome of true worth.