"perianth" poems
I thought to acquire
A piece of wall art;
Reproduced in mass would be fine
As long as it’s attractive, yet honest,
without tasteless jest,
And appears to be organic,
Cultivated
At the artist’s discretion.
In the catalogue, my attention falls
To a print
Of an anatomical drawing
From a botanical field guide,
Colored with pencil: the perianth
A pastel pink
That yields to a gentle yellow
Just before
the petals are enveloped
by the green sepal coat.
High on the hanging stems
Round buds of emerald and buttery cream
Follow their elders
In gradient lines of expansion
To the end where the eldest
Bend into blossomed bells;
All come together and seem
As a pink and gold Easter dress.
From the petals stretch
The pistils and stamen.
Reaching
Reaching
Gasping, I can nearly hear
The flower’s patient breathing,
Waiting
For a kiss
From a fluttering errant proboscis.
The pistil aims for the ether,
To another’s anther and
Pollen dusted petals.
Tempted now am I
To wear always
A corsage about my neck.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Even human hands
Unclench
In spring.
Calyx
Fingers.
Look: This flower
Opens to offer; this
To recieve.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
I was the spectrum of life;
Burning in the dark, black, barky forest.
I've been through the fire:
Yet you couldn't salvage me,
I've provided you with a remedy-
But you have poisoned me.
Reflections are colourful-
For that's I needed to be loved for
I've conquered your standards,
Yet i didn't surfice.
Ironically, you didn't conquer my bars .
For you took me for granted!
One day you'll see what a saphire i am.
When thy cannot live to my standards.
But now i have no affection or love for you.
I pray thee remains constant and decided.
Resentment is an understatement as you have made me a cliff.
For you are a surpent.
Intoxicating my resilient periant.
The last end...
-Nuha Alli
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC