fuchsia
fuchsia
with her hanging down petals
as her blossom face bends toward the ground
looking at grasshoppers
and golden weeds
oh precious young fuchsia
she doesn't look at the sun
she only sees her shadow dancing in the wind
while her skinny stem breaks off
falling down on streams
she floats overseas near the rainbow
indeed, she came to her death
her beautiful young death
and she still is hanging down
upside down towards her solid grounds
where she's hidden
in her own shadows
and oh, no more fucshia
no more flowering fuchsia
but the presence of her spirit still lives on
hung upside down
facing God's pale sky complexion....
6 comments:
Kai this is sad and written with such wonderful imagery. Great piece!!
thanks pat!
this is beautiful! sad but beautiful. reminds me of my post today on my photo blog.
Awww. I know this has more than one meaning, but it kind of reminds me of when my amaryllis fell down. (But I rescued it and it's sprouting again! :) )
this is one of your best kai
and one of my favourite flowers - all in one poem
thank you
oh... this is sad and so beautiful!
great!
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