08-17-2017, 08:07 AM
Beneath the twin umbrella leaves that fold
with gentle curvature like praying hands,
hides a single flower, white and gold,
like shreds of linen in Egyptian sands -
a mystery - the prelude to a treasure.
Approach its beauty like a priest in the night -
a priest who serves the doleful goddess Pleasure -
and kneel to see the blooming gold and white,
a living jewel fed by the ancient root,
and shrouded by the two dark-spreading veils.
In time, the flower will become a fruit.
But it is dark, and you’ll forget these trails
(although you whisper now that you will not).
The blissful gem will ripen, fall, and rot.
Please note that I am not trying for perfect iambic pentameter here. I'm focusing on five stresses, that's all.
with gentle curvature like praying hands,
hides a single flower, white and gold,
like shreds of linen in Egyptian sands -
a mystery - the prelude to a treasure.
Approach its beauty like a priest in the night -
a priest who serves the doleful goddess Pleasure -
and kneel to see the blooming gold and white,
a living jewel fed by the ancient root,
and shrouded by the two dark-spreading veils.
In time, the flower will become a fruit.
But it is dark, and you’ll forget these trails
(although you whisper now that you will not).
The blissful gem will ripen, fall, and rot.
Please note that I am not trying for perfect iambic pentameter here. I'm focusing on five stresses, that's all.