I was found A flower of purple bloom Alone, in a gloom Until petals of yellow Scent soothing Took root not far away
After time And months of rhyme She whispered To the yellow bloom Said that there was no room For the two of us
"Wild violet" I was branded Called a ****, Said to be slowly Choking out the yellow bloom That in that garden There was no room For a vile ****
Alas, a **** I was not Am not For I am a flower Nothing more
But Call me what you want Drop venom where you please My voice perhaps stolen My leaves torn by your Shaking hands Fists in the air But I hold in A thousand words To battle your chaos Cast away With every attack Like leaves to a blower
I won't lie That's your job Cruel gardener Pick all of my petals Shred my leaves Pull me by the roots
Still I shall stand No matter the swinging Of your crazed trimmers Snipping away
Though far away I shall stay Just a memory Fueling your chaos Growing a wall of thorns Dripping with blood Around your proud bloom Of yellow light.
- Jay M September 18th, 2020
Read it with a mind and heart as open as the sky, and step out of the confines of your own perspective. See it, and feel it.
The softest of pinks, Much tougher than you think. Upon seeing shades of red, You’d think that they’ve seen nothing but the dead. Instead; They endure new blooms, Garden grooms, Pinches from males, Often a bouquet of sales. The colour pink, Was more beautiful than you think.
Your words are like flowers blooming for the first time in the early days of spring. Charming Mesmerizing Glorious Like the light pink pretty petals spilling into the winds, whispering intensity and sweetness. I find myself blushing and gliding. With your rhymes sending me into a lovely realm, I am now in your fairyland.