Saturday, July 31, 2010


Although the ground may be frosted,
petals show brave - vibrant against cold.

From the window where you sit
the rosy blooms glow
and carry vistas of spring to your mind.

Hedonistic blossom dances on days when the sun
dips toes into the sapphire lustre overhead.

We make coded stems of memories,
crossed and re-crossed, away and back again,
from bud to bloom to fade, but always

the seed will begin again, memory
coded into stems,

pinking with freshness, the brush of faint rose
against cheeks we'll not forget.


Blogger Chris Never said...

A lovely piece, filled with beautiful flowers *smile*

Favorite line

"We make coded stems of memories"

very yummy :)

2:46 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, it's full of cliche too, but written for a friend who just found out he has stomach cancer, and loves roses and know that it's full of cliche :)

2:53 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

mmm, should read 'won't' know that it's full of cliche.

2:53 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

I am truly sorry to hear about your friend Moon, I will send good thoughts your way and you can channel them to him

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