Confusion

Posted: November 14, 2013 in Poetry
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Is a flower that

grows without light

or water or soil. 

A blinding flower, it is,

petals made of fog

stem of mist,

smelling faintly of normalcy

steamed in irregularity.

Such a flower has never been merrily picked

Nor grown extinct.

 

 

 

 

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Comments
  1. Phen Weston says:

    Brilliant and provoking 🙂

  2. F.G.M. says:

    Wow, and I love this one too. The last two lines are simply beautiful!

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