Lavender Pot: Laurie White
SaviorTo you, I write,
In hopes that this poem will warm your heart, As you have always warmed mine. To you, angel, I write this poem, as it appears disgracefully ungenerous, Compared to all the melodies, condoling lyrics, and exuberant memories you've blessed me with, All created in a time where I desperately needed them the most. “Although youth can be Beautiful It can be short And wander off; Like a Shadow It has a reckless danger to it.” These were the very words that came out of your mouth, As you’ve described the harrowing generation of today, A generation that I personally think is known for being controversially Dreadful. The shadow that you referred to, Had me captured me in its pit of complete darkness. That shadow that you referred to, Had me chained away, Cuffed to its depths of it’s deepest dungeon, Forcing me to fall vulnerable to my insecurities. My rose was stained black, With belated self-loathing, Inked to consistently remind me, Of the happiness that will never cross me, And the misery I'm forced to face. I did everything I could to escape, A few petals already slipping off. Slowly … Slowly … Achingly slowly, as the days would miserably pass by, it would only be a single stem. Or so I thought, before I met You. What it was that captured my attention, I don’t recall ... Was it the beauty that you beheld in yourself? The way your supple, dainty fingers gracefully collided with the mic stand? The way that your plump, luscious pink rosettes curved upwards into a beguiling smile? No, I remember now … It was the way your voice knocked me out of my brainwashing, Slowly tinting the rose before me back into its original, sparkling crimson shade. “You did a good job today,” you sang with elegance. It hadn’t taken me long to realize that yes, You were my savior. You were the one that would free me, from this insufferable prison of pessimism. As I am finally able to grasp control of my emotions, I'm ambling in this cave, your voice distant, A beaming light visible; the entrance. I walk closer … And closer … Soon, I fully hear you. "My savior..." I weakly say, with tears grazing my now puffy cheeks. I wish I had been there for you… To save you, just as you did for me. Jasmine Cruz |
Flowers and Vase. Kris Arensman
SunsetLight fades
Unseen Unnoticed Buried beneath a flood Of dirty dishes and clean laundry The day shatters—fragments scattering. We sweep them under the sofa With stale Cheerios And forgotten socks. Long workday smears Blurs A chocolate smudge On an unmopped floor. Must get today’s work done Finished Put away While night wanes. Long hours of work Before tomorrow’s long day of work Can begin. Kathryn O’Neil Poppy Garden: Laurie White
May I Have a Word?It used to be an insult: so blah, so ho-hum, so everyday.
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Flapjack Klanchoe: Laurie White
Decor In Motu
You are beautiful in the way That birds are beautiful in flight, The way trees sway in the breeze, The way the full moon shines through the night. You're the beauty of a drop of water. You're the beauty of a beam of light. You're the beauty of an ellipse, of a planet As it moves along its orbital flight. You are beautiful in the way That the wind interacts with a kite, The way pedals spin the wheel of a bike, The way a flock of birds is beautiful in flight. Dylan Faullin |
Flower Necklace: Carol Salmon
Faullin Poem EminusEminus
I am a castle, my mind in the dungeon, My heart in the keep. I am the best version of myself When I am asleep. I am a robot, like R2D2. I share my thoughts by bloop and bleep. I am a secret whispered in your ear, Something you have but cannot keep. I am an ocean on another planet, A dark mystery both wide and deep And you are a scientist looking for signs of life But I'm not sure that's something I keep. Dylan Faullin |