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your words are like showers

to my dying violet lotus flower.

something like the sun that

draws it to the surface

realizing that even its death

had not been worthless.

an acceptance of its purpose

the seconds in its hour

the scars on its skin

of previous lives

yet the lungs

that make it strain

to breathe again.



  1. no music? here... -- ;)

  2. when you deliver words, connect them to make lines, to full poetry, is like flowers that bloom in the spring, spreading their fragrance displaying their beauty.

  3. Athletic and vivid, a run through the conventional to the unconventional metaphor that gets your image of a scarred violet soul flower with lungs in one's head like a Bosch etching. Workmanlike yet graceful. Liked it a lot

  4. Very moving poem, Theron. Says a great deal in short lines. "Realizing that even its death had not been worthless" Agree with Diane, elegant usage. Cheers

  5. good interplay of nature/self imagery.

  6. Nice weaving of big images in small phrases. It was a joy to read this.

  7. Dear Theron

    Its beautiful...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay


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