No copper teal penny purchased, you, width of two, found on soft spring ground,
Chocolate flower of a skeleton, simple yet profound,
You elegantly twist upon yourself,
As you dropped to the Earth, did you ask for help?
You represent potentials infinite,
End and begin again.
Hope I don’t offend,
While you play and pray pretend,
If anyone is listening just know that the devil be playing tricks again,
I’m just trying to live before rigor mortis sets in,
So step in and step up,
If they listened and sent you then, “what’s up?”
You being here
Makes me think it’s all really real,
The depths, the void,
The created and destroyed,
Join me in the generative abyss
Of chaos and kiss,
I try not to but how can I not think of the what if’s?
Like humans, flowers gestate in the dark,
Each fed by time, water and sunlight spark,
A flower can be wild, can be a weed,
Can overtake expansive space, starting out as small seed,
The line between admiration and envy,
A comma, so common, yet breathtaking, begin and ending.
Read one of my favorite poems whose specific noun, flower, inspired my poem:
“When Death Comes” by Mary Oliver: