"papaver" poems
I'm a poppy made of dried metallic blood; bitter,
wilting and fading in a never ending winter,
my lifeless petals falling like brittle carmine confetti so solemn
upon the grass where a newborn papaver rhoeus will begin to blossom.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Postpone your worries and follow me through my imagination,
Act upon your wrongs and fall for their sedations.
Progress runs behind protection, projected
As living when death's deeply invested.
Vibrant red always becomes so much deeper.
Everyone tells me I'll heal but I'm not a believer.
Relief is when I release it all completely,
Repeating history until it kills me.
Hover losses as shadows watch,
Oh the concern as all hope dislodged,
Evenings now tempt you to
Alleviate them for no longer,
Send me away from here forever.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
My darling mother use to make
The most savory muffins you'd ever find.
No texture was ever quite as soft,
Nor sweet flavour so divine.
And I would giggle as the blackened seeds
Would stick and stay between my teeth,
So as I skipped around the garden
She'd know if I bit into the meat.
And if I walked inside too slowly,
She'd catch my fingers all stained blue
Her breath I'd hear so very softly;
Her watchful eyes always knew
That I'd wandered off once again
To my own world with lidded eyes;
While she warned me to not play in the garden
And that those red petals would be my demise.
But I loved to pick them so very gently;
And dig my nails into the bud,
While the milky liquid dripped down slowly,
As it tingled through my blood.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
an icelandic papaver;
the jeweller's heart.
a froth of veins;
the body part.
a diamond hangs
like poplar fruit.
dew drop death;
the bitter root.
a tightened breath:
the morbid frost.
here they are
left to rot.
past winters freezing clutch:
sear the stem,
yet cold to the touch.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Lemon twist has always touched
this kidney and this mind
and I have never wanted anything more
than seduction into sweet sleep
through papaver.
Somniferous has always been
a friend of mine, one I have never
wanted to leave
behind.
But I must one day.
But today I ride the wave of tooth pain
and Poppy tea.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC