Friday, September 1, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 314 - Twelve Hour Flower *


Twelve Hour Flower

how

 like the flower I am
 no  twenty-four-hour  news cycle

I sleep  
a closed umbrella   at nightfall

shy against the moon  
churning  dreams

expelling mystery
to the dawn

I am bruised on petal edges
where you touched

too long




*   (for 28 Days in Flowers)
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10 comments:

  1. Kit KelenSeptember 1, 2017 at 10:07 AM

    sleepy flower
    shake out the dew
    the first of Spring awaits!

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  2. Kristen de KlineSeptember 1, 2017 at 9:28 PM

    Time for Spring to kiss those bruised petal edges, breathe life back into them:)

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  3. Rob SchackneSeptember 2, 2017 at 12:16 AM

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  4. Rob SchackneSeptember 2, 2017 at 12:36 AM

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  5. Rob SchackneSeptember 2, 2017 at 1:57 AM


    A stand of gandhians
    swaying there lawless
    regarding boots and blood
    it always rains

    twelve hour flowers
    beautiful bruised edges
    the basis of petals
    not my own

    the mystery kissed
    the time had come
    for the moist ending
    curtains lights back on

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  6. Rob SchackneSeptember 2, 2017 at 3:35 AM

    (Dear Kerri, your poem is inspiring.)

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    1. Kerri Shying RSeptember 2, 2017 at 6:15 PM

      I am so glad of this! I am doing 28 Flower poems Rob and I am already terrified. I love your response poem. Thank you. xx

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  7. Rob SchackneSeptember 2, 2017 at 11:23 PM

    Make your beautiful flowers, dear Kerri.

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