Tell me
by what softest petal
you bloom my days
with essence wafting
across the wider world
undulating my present
Tell me
by what kernel desire
you voice my days
with fragrance, alluring
the charm
of your lovely image
Tell me
by what jinks
you will cry my eternity, that
I have spotted you
on mounds of my grave
Unfurling your lovely flag
An excellent choice of images reinforces the thematic preoccupations.
some imperfection on of man leads strongly into the intuition of desires… one longs and yearns but only in a touch of sights… ” the forsaken sighs ” perhaps?
So much thanks suzette portes’
Beautifully and lyrically posed..!!
Loved the theme and flow of the poem… good work.