Sunday, August 9, 2009

Hey, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home

Roadside Thistle

She leaned over the

roadside, and found

the flower

snipped it gently between

thumbnail and forefinger

raised herself and

delicately placed it

between the folds of her ear

a curve

an overlap

a furl

ears are

so intricately complicated

yet solid and corporeal


with the

flower

tucked behind her

ear, she sighed

the wind blowing her raven hair

back, away from

the flower

its bloom pushing

up for air

amidst this sea of dark

just a roadside

thistle, purple petals

bloom even when

there's no one to see


but she saw

the plain beauty of

an ordinary unique

creation

purple speck

amongst so many other colors.



Title Quote: Solsbury Hill, Peter Gabriel

1 comment:

Mountain Spirit said...

beautiful!!! great use of words :)

Where did it go?