FRAGRANT CONVERSATIONS
This poem is a flower -
Flirtatious as the skirts of dancers,
Furling in the Bele rituals;
Hedged near my front gate,
Crepe Jasmines, milk white;
This poem is a bud opened -
Perky yellow dabs, as sharp
As pin pricks, dotting her centers,
To sunlight, and nightfall
When she sounds the loudest,
Fragrant conversations with breezes;
This poem is a miracle -
Who designs the awe of blossoming,
Knowing when smiles should delight
Faces, with wonder and gratefulness,
Sadness with light and thankfulness;
This poem is a flower
This poem is a bud opened
This poem is a miracle.
FRAGRANT CONVERSATIONS © gillena cox 2016
[bele dancer from google dot com]
Prompt Nights – Nothing is more memorable than Scent – [14]
