Wednesday, April 16, 2014

the flower

I stooped
to observe a flower
its brilliant, radiant colors
shone like the sun

its petals shaped like
a star in the heavens
and with the depth of a valley

with tentacles like
an octopus
capped with seats
befitting insects

and with a smell like
nothing than to itself.

© 2009 - 2014 Thomas Hillman, Mere Words Evoke, poetic expressions


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