Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Equinoxial

What the rose knows
about saving daylight
is dismissed by the poppy.

The first to shed
a winter hull
is the only expert
in the running.

Plant politics.
Put down roots,
face the sun,
even through clouds.

Mud is so less useful to me
than them with stems,
stain my hands and shovel,
make or break the stalk life.

Bloom where you beat the other guise
to light and water,
we assigned such grace
to cutthroat chlorophyllians,

but soil or soul,
it's a battle for the seed
to spring forward.

3 comments:

trey schmit said...

Does no one comment because they can't figure out how to? I tried once before maybe this one will go through - I like this poem for Rosie and Keith, I like it alot. -Trey

Anonymous said...

Very cool. I read it once with no metaphors, once with what I am guessing are the metaphors and then once again because it's a good one :)

Love you!
Rose

Anonymous said...

Very cool. I read it once with no metaphors, once with what I am guessing are the metaphors and then once again because it's a good one :)

Love you!
Rose