NaPM April 7 2013

[milo]

Calendula

And so I will uproot you, bring
you to my home and press you tight
until you're safe, cosseted from the years
a slip between the sheets of some great
unread volume.
Many years from now when I need comfort
I can gaze upon you, still safe
between these ancient pages
and maybe catch the ghost of your
long forgotten fragrance.

milo

This is wonderful! Specially the second half, it is just marvelous.
Reading this makes me think, did I understand today's NaPM topic at all?

Thanks for the kind words, I think everyone sees the world in their own ways and that is why I love poetry, but especially why I love topics because we all take a thought and bring our own flavors to it.

milo

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Lady Hibiscus

So while I press my knee
to earth and you avert your eyes
so not to see the thinning copse
that bowls my scalp -
while I grasp your hand in both
of mine and croon forgotten ballads
to your breast and call you lobula - forget.

My fingers formed as rakes would till
the hearth-baked soil; break the sun-kilned
cast that traps your roots
like bricks of someone else's
house.

Instead I pleat a shallow stream -
so lift your wilted, sighing head ;
the days, at least, are not so long.