i’ve been packed in some
u n g o d l y earth
like all of the dead i know
we are molding daisies
with our hands
her chest is
two perfect rosebuds
. i close my lily eyes
perfume
leaves and cold rain
if i reach my branches
. a little
to the left
there are earth worms
digging their way up.
i try to dance with them
. we twist freely in the dark
falling in rhythm with the forest
suddenly
i’m blooming like my grandmother’s garden
Really good, one of my favourite poems by you so far 🙂
Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Wow.
❤
This was really good.
Thank you, Edward. 🙂
You’re welcome!
I keep reading this and finding something new each time. Beautiful and timeless…perhaps holding a premonition or a subconscious message (the blooming part!)
You are soooo good, girlie!