Monday, August 23, 2010

Ode To The HoneySuckle Princess


Delicate white fronds on
thick brush...deep in the woods,
back roads to oblivion..
sweet
scents assault the untrained nose,
sweet
protests, the untrained palate..
so hurt ,when the storms blew by
watching her other sisters get tossed in the sky, she
held on
steadfast,
inviting hummingbirds to
taste her nectar in days of Sun,
needing the bees to
pollinate her mind,
help her make another song,
herself a sweet ode to history,
flashbacks to the past when
she herself dropped out the trees
as a seed,
surviving for her babies to feed...
they say its cold in the "D",
i
butterfly
uncoil my siphon
to read
pen styles of iconic depth,
at such depth i catch my breath...
and
hold it to
soak in the essence
and
enjoy the sweet blessings
of the honey suckle princess...
Bloom now
Bloom forever, but...
Bloom for you

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