Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, November 17, 2011


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I still can't believe you chose me
I am a frenzy of wildflowers
yet you treat me like an heirloom rose
You nurture my mad incongruities
coaxing the buds to bloom
in all their gaudy colors
and wearing them proudly
against your heart
as if they were a white boutonniere
on a groom's lapel


JustRex said...

I would, you know. Thorns and weeds and all.

Anonymous said...

Very nice lolamouse. You just added to the wonderful poems this week.

Benjamin Thomas

Brian Miller said...

you nurture my wild incongruencies...nice line...
and wearing them proudly still...i like...

Fireblossom said...

Oh I like this!

Dave King said...

Inspired and lovely.

Marie Elena said...

Beautifully captured!

Christine said...

beautiful, I love this!

Old Raven said...

Ah ... to have been chosen. Lovely!

Pat Tillett said...

Very nice! Sometimes people don't see us for what we are. Or is that we aren't who we think we are?