
A poem written from the prompts blossom and parasol. This poem was written in 5 minutes but I spent some time afterwards editing.
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A lately born form of color,
redirecting chlorophyll,
filling petals with crystalline will.
Warm wind, pregnant with moist
dew-spent scent envelops me.
Like an explosion of leaves,
a coat of new growth, on a tree.
I sicken for a moment in the headiness
of the blossoms truculent feat of growth.
Tumescent explosion of pollen swollen
stamen, graven in welts of flower laden green.
I dream this opulent sheen
of days ending in the ever emending
renewing of spring's expanding
big bang. clawing for understanding,
Seeking more than self,
and self-branding human
projected perception
of this moment.
Wallowing in the blossoms'
sight - petulant petal-sprung
eloquent knowing through
silent simple growing.
I listen and seek answers
in the thrum of the night.



