Can’t you see them,
English tutor?
a thousand jewelled flowers.
Hiding, hidden
little snippets of perfection,
little glimpses of the mind
of the writer.
Never seen, never read
written on blue-lined paper and
stashed away.
A thousand jewelled flowers!
how they whisper, how they sway,
can’t you see their worth
English tutor?
Perfect purple poetry;
cute cream couplets,
slow silver sonnets, and
hissing heather haikus:
So many, so many –
Jewelled flowers.
Adolescence,
writing to you from afar –
What components make you
such a meadow, a stream
a place for living
jewelled flowers
?
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Ripples
PoesiaButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
