Showing posts with label bloom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bloom. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Friday, April 24, 2015
Moments
Moments are butterflies.
They die, kept in a jar.
Moments are kunik* kisses from the stars.
They're breezes, cooled by moon and warmed by sun.
Moments are wombs. So too a lifeboat fleet,
with all the boats deflating, one by one.
Moments are lonely flower buds.
Caress them each and watch them bloom.
Moments are sweet receding rooms,
with crooning walls and scented floors.
Moments: this verse, this word.
See it, feel it...it’s gone.
*Kunik: a way of kissing or showing affection, associated with an Inuit practice of breathing in the skin of cheek or forehead.
They die, kept in a jar.
Moments are kunik* kisses from the stars.
They're breezes, cooled by moon and warmed by sun.
Moments are wombs. So too a lifeboat fleet,
with all the boats deflating, one by one.
Moments are lonely flower buds.
Caress them each and watch them bloom.
Moments are sweet receding rooms,
with crooning walls and scented floors.
Moments: this verse, this word.
See it, feel it...it’s gone.
*Kunik: a way of kissing or showing affection, associated with an Inuit practice of breathing in the skin of cheek or forehead.
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Ascends a set of fluffy steps
With the same grace and dignity,
Gives another soliloquy—
Golden words of luminous warmth—
To all blooms and beggars alike.
But what begins must end and so
The sun descends behind the rocks,
Changes into snug pajamas
(of vivacious phosphorus white)
And so it begins the night shift
Do not judge! It got stars to feed!