To a writer of prose
a flower is a flower.
To a poet a flower can be
the origami of God's eye
enfolding the cosmos;
it is the luminous
well of imagination
bursting into pattern;
it is the coalescence
of infinite possibility
into palpable reality;
it is a confetti forest
for dancing bumble bees;
it is the flirtatious blush
of radial symmetry;
it is the heartache of love
manifest in a rose.
For a true poet
A FLOWER IS NOT A FLOWER.
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