It’s an odd moment
when you recognise
his fingers for pins
pressed through
your skin,
and into the wall
behind.
Must be the same
panic,
as an insect
caught up
in spider silk.
Not all shimmer
is gold.
Too late
to be free
without loosing
something
perhaps all
of you, yourself,
in the struggle.
You shed it all
despite my begging,
and became so light
I lost you.
The peas have podded. I’m not sure if it’s the snap, or your bog standard, good old trusty garden type, but they’ve podded first with the white petals of the flowers still stuck to the green of their shells.
Inside the crop is still too small, too young. I checked today. Popped my nail into the seam, slit through the flesh, cracked it open. New growth, old book. They both sound the same.
They are not ready for harvest, but when you bite down they explode. They taste like spring, or summer, or something else that’s hot days and sudden rain storms. They tasted like they should do. New and fresh.
It’s been a wet one,
this spring, this downpour of water
thickening the green.
In some cases, the letter won’t translate.
Specified language is always a little tricky,
not like asking
for directions to the swimming pool,
or how much for the loaf of bread
behind the counter.
You craft an art-form of assumptions.
Cut loose the odd words,
ones which clearly don’t fit
in the rigid confines of business,
ones surely not meant.
Leave a framework of mundane.
Puzzle a meaning from the scraps,
a rhythm for the found poem
butchered out of miscommunication.
Send a response in English,
cringe a little for the recipient,
know they will likely do as you
and turn to an app,
a browser tab,
punch in the words,
frown at the nonsense.
You spend so much time
picking petals.
Pretending enough
will make a flower
of your own.
If you’d spent as long
studying the structure,
stem, stamen, stigma,
you might have seen.
Seeds.
Instead of stolen petals
you could have grown
a garden.
Not as easy maybe,
but more beautiful
than you know.
Flowering Mindscape- J.Hurlbert
Tonight, the bartender at DVersePoets has thrown us some beautiful pieces of artwork to inspire poems. I highly recommend checking the rest of the piece out as they are all incredibly thought provoking.
Carol J Forrester 
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