why pluck
the jasmine
at my window...
what will I tell
the breeze,
that go follow
its withering
among idols
framed pictures
incense fumes
severed plucked
presented wreath
homage to the gods,
or will I sway the
bees, a telepathic
signboard painted
of dour directions,
none shall heed
even as petals
pucker away
toothless mouths
nibbling
nothingness...
but there!
within a clawed
green hold
a clasped
delicate
white inch of
a cold moon
jasmine,
at my
window...
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
why pluck
the jasmine
at my window...
what will I tell
the breeze,
that go follow
its withering
among idols
framed pictures
incense fumes
severed plucked
presented wreath
homage to the gods,
or will I sway the
bees, a telepathic
signboard painted
of dour directions,
none shall heed
even as petals
pucker away
toothless mouths
nibbling
nothingness...
but there!
within a clawed
green hold
a clasped
delicate
white inch of
a cold moon
jasmine,
at my
window...
