Sweet potato flowers
blooming in a Louisiana garden
a careful mix of beauty and fragility
are we two not the same?
are we all not the same?
Yet so different...
we are like flecks of light!
bouncing off of one another,
heading, sporadically, in different directions
all flashing in different shades and hues
but are we all not the same?
cast through a crystal prism
are we not all but refractions of sunlight?
So much time wasted,
in comparing and contrasting
discussing our differences in hue
that of: 'But I'm purple and he's blue.'
when all we are in essence
is wavelengths of spirit, soul, and light.
as i suggested in my first comment: i am now taking this to adorn my/our May showcase. Thanks. i shall also affix your Poet's Notes beneath your poem in the showcase. bri :) and to MyPoemList.
i read Poet's Notes first, after the title. my soul is black! kidding. i've heard the word passel YEARS ago, but i did not know how to spell it. :) your bio states that you 'used to think of poetry together with rhyming', but now not so much. but i do like these two lines especially, partly for the rhyme: discussing our differences in hue that of: 'But I'm purple and he's blue.' bri :) maybe i'll take it for my/our May showcase. hmm?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice 'alliterating' title.