MY LOST IRIS

iris-004
In windy steeply paths
As far as the Kilimanjaro heights
I poured down watery sights
At an iris amidst parted roses
I thought it should bloom out life
And yield fountain-like petals, like muses

Brother it withered in translucency
The sharp peaks of sun light
Darted mosaic rays its stems empty
Sucked dry by crickets of gluttony.
But at the passing of each dusk,
Arose a young heart of epiphany

Out with the ambitious Gardner
To find its stem a greener crest
It only bowed pale its tasteless breast
While infant bees mocked at their best
Where again is my lost Iris?
It strayed away with the rest.

by ALPHA E.Y. 2016©

Advertisements
Categories:

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s