J.L. French

La Danse Dans Les Fleurs - Poem by J.L. French

once upon a time, in my sweet backyard,
there were rows and rows of flowers.
i used to play in the flowers as a child,
in my sundress that fluttered like a butterfly.

spinny, spinny, spinny spin.

i was a flower zephyr.
i suckled the sweet sweet mole asses from the
huge firm trees in my back yard
and fondly i came again.

but then,
the logging company behind my house
set my neighborhood on fire
and the flowers burned like
embers in fire during the winter.

and i cried, i cried, oh i cried like
the waterfall that puts out the flames of desire and lust.
and maple syrup.

~fade to black~ (black...black...black...it's an echo, you see.)

Comments about La Danse Dans Les Fleurs by J.L. French

  • (4/11/2006 3:28:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem...written from the heart! (Report) Reply

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  • (4/11/2006 2:22:00 AM)

    i really feel what you are feeling. Your words not only moved my soul, but i truly believe with EVERY fiber of my being that your poem has ALREADY MOVED MOUNTAINS. I love this. Keep up the good work! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

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