The day to change
everything unfolded slow
as a flower, color
already established
because he was inside:
black.
His day was a flower,
but the leaving
was through a door of silk
from a windowless cell.
After waiting
his allotted time,
he rose on wings
and met the world,
programmed
to sting
and sting
and sting.
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I read this several times…each time I love it more.
Peace,
Siggi in Snowy Downeast Maine
So many layers – I love the line “his day was a flower” – for me this worked as a riddle as well as a sustained metaphor
Amazing! I had no idea you had a blog! Just goes to show ya huh.
I really like the poem too. Keep it up!
you bring such unique perspective to your poems. such amazing creativity.
I’m adopting this, as my Bryan(my son)and Sharon are preparing to give birth.
Thanks.