Noteworthy digression
rarely sought
and rarely found.
Distention of air
as with purple ash thought
when a bird-dropping dropped
from a silver-streaked sky.
The bomb-fire neighs
and the water is nigh.
Splayed pearl
harbours nothing
but lacunae of life;
a hiatus of havens
and the beginning of strife.
Written March 2012, Emma Dumitra.
Image from en.wikipedia.org.
You are
a hurtling violet comet in full bloom;
a stillborn flower, furiously alive.
You have
never swayed to stronger than a breath,
yet are beautiful
as love as strong as death.
You rise above
the sprawling, leafy canopy,
yet from the ground
are barely one foot high.
You are
a breathless veil,
a captivated spring inside circumference,
not bound by the pot that holds you
as you leap from earth to sky.
Written October 2011, Emma Dumitra.
Image from motleynews.net.
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