by possession of my reality
i'll plow my new existence
( the tree most heavily pruned,i'm told,
brings forth sweetest fruits of the season)
laying dormant for quite some time
but feeling springtime's urging
leaflets springing from my branches
your words, my fertilizer
my soul will give me gentle rains
the Sun, its glorious power
it won't be long now before i feel
tight buds begin to flower
then by wind and butterfly,
by pollen shared and spread
words burst forth, oh fruitful
dreams! these heavily laden branches!
--bruised orange
Dang, woman. You know how to write! This is beautiful. Fertilizer, indeed. Milk it for all it's worth. You are creating beauty.
ReplyDeleteUm .. yum!
ReplyDeleteGage, as the giver of my very first comment from out there in 'cyberland' (other than my dear friend, Amalia) I kind of want to hug you! Instead, i will restrain myself and say, thanks so much! and one more thing, your blog looks absolutely delicious, can't wait to dig in!
ReplyDeleteAmalia, thank you so much for all of your encouragement. and as for the fertilizer, never let it be said again that his bullshit was not good for something, eh? Now tell me, when do i get to read that chapter? hmmmm?
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