Maroon Deep Poem by M.J. Lemon

That's sounds very psychedelic. Where are the magic mushrooms?

PART THREE- - [a] I can either no longer have children or [b] [because I am losing my children or [c] because I am no longer productive in a literary or social way. or [d] our Mother Earth is dying and can no longer be fertile and produce more children and more sustenance for those children. I'm sorry, my friend, that I didn't connect this time like I so often do to your probing deep poetry. My fault, not yours. But I know this is top ranking poetry, my friend.

Part Two- -and I still find " standing on two deep maroon tulips" disturbs me because " they flow out your hips " - - I see them as Fallopian tubes and they are bleeding life out of my body because

Part One- I have read this 3 times over the last few weeks and for the first time I felt my mind stay apart- from your write- -I'm getting old and less... pliable? ....I read your topics and I have tried to see the poem in that light again today

A perfect poem for the pandemic. In our time of isolation, we stand tall and flow with the current. Our cup overfloweth with dark red blood to keep us strong through this dark journey.

But none make u disable, as long as your strong spirit pull your desires. Where legs can walk if, hopeless is the map for your mind