Life's A Kissing Flower Poem by Mark Heathcote

Life's a kissing flower. It's rightly stout of heart-
like a snowdrop, nodding whatever the hour.
It may be somewhat wavy, requiring a flowchart.
It may be undisciplined and egotistical in principle.
It may have a black satin heart, as wanton as a tulip.

But these bees have many choices and many disciples.
Love's a kissing flower. Is it not rude, Narcissus?
Echo was just one of many wandering stars-
that nestled just briefly encapsulated
love endeared her before she, in turn, turned to stone.