in my cell
the narcissus
long stemmed
petals already like
fragile cigarette paper
four white pods
an african violet
screaming out
and the comic tragedy
of the clover
having perhaps killed the
bonzai tree
they are temperamental
these clover
they sleep at night
and rise and appear
to enjoy themselves perfectly
in the brightness of the sun
the petals fan out
and are poised in a state
of
sustained glee
then they fold inward as the day darkens
these flowers are my friends
in my cell
we watch winter with
guarded indifference
1 comment:
Interesting, jh.
Do you think that the name of the plant/flower AKA Narcissus comes from the myth (greek dude who dies from staring at his own reflection in a pool, right...and the plant sprang up from where he died), or Narc-issus, both myth and plant from narcotic? (the plant has some psycho-active properties, I believe).
OK, I confess to.....Wiki'izing.
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