T H E F L O R A L L I F E O F H U M A N S

LIKE pebbles upon a beach; my thoughts,
An innumerable number of nights
My feelings, devoured by emotions
As hemlock I have drunk,
Fear, accuses me of weakness
|But the last bottle of fright I
Have emptied — shadows, sunk!

Complete happiness the envy
of the lot; but too much glee
is a single but final nail
to seal fate within a coffin!

O not for lack of a bulging moon,
Nor vintage ways as love moves!
Or yet be you long cooled deep-
Delved and cleaved in earth!
As all souls wear suits of skin
and kiss with tender rose petal’d
lips — is the floral life of human!

And as some poets drink and mull over
a world most have unseen, with bubble-
Eye’d staring and passion-purpled
Stained mouths;

This one poet and poem (as me)
cannot fade far nor dissolve;
like a fragile dying leaf
Caught within winter’s throe!

:01-14-2018:

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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