Posts Tagged ‘ Biology ’

Flowers – Poem

Standing tall and proud, it bears the only light,
Illuminating and radiating, warmth and smell abound,
As bright as the sun, as dark as the night,
Two opposing sides, battling to control.
One by one the petals unfurl, revealing an inner beauty,
The pinky white, tinges of deeper crimson,
And suddenly the stamen and stigma revealed,
Their weakness, the inner, fragile weakness.
Slowly time passes as petals fall from their height,
Tumbling to the floor with a pitter patter sound,
Cold is setting in, all the smell worn out,
Now is their time to wilt.
After the dehydration, after all the wrinkles,
After the colours fade from the eye,
The pollen all blows away, staining the heart,
Until the blinding stalks falter, fade and fall.

© 2011

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Amputating the Old – Poem

One day, it was so very simple,
A little nick was all it was,
It barely touched the surface,
A fleeting glance.
There was no blood drawn.
Over time, its roots grew deeper,
Scabbing and crusting over and over,
Becoming engrained and permanent,
A familiar scar.
It was built now to last.
Only rarely can it happen,
Such an accidental contact,
Has such an impact on your health,
A friend’s smile.
What was it like before the mark?
Once in a million, is healing,
All it takes is one little bug,
To gnaw and attack, wear it all away,
A fiendish turn.
Now the wound’s open once more.
Opening wide, the bacteria reproduce,
Serving themselves and eating their surroundings,
And the smell is pungent,
A festering time.
It’s all turned sour. There’s one path ahead.
Owing nothing to modern man,
Medicines and salves are no cure,
There’s only one solution, away from all this pain,
A fiery pain.
The festering, rotting, once-loved scar,
Needs amputating before it spreads.

© 29th December 2011

Life’s Vase – Poem

Sun still shining, slowly setting
Not a cloud in the sky, clear blue for the square in front
Long green leaves ending in a point show the gentle breeze
Telephone wires high up and taut, wobble precariously
A car moves past, a bird swims through the clear blue
The world outside continues living
In here, the stench of death.

Next to the box of others’ lives, a pot of other colours
Terracotta orange so hard and cold. How can anything live?
My how pretty, long and thin! Like straw to snap but strong as a trunk
Up them, fuel and eyes travel, journeying to the head, the summit of worth
Divergence the key to life. Variability, the fun
For them difference is visual
For us similarity is a mutation.

The strength supports, bringing life to the beauty, to the variable
Green shoots off, more fuel for their fire
The colours vivid, each one pleasing, each one unique
Fragrant smell, fresh and sweet, fills the surroundings
Each stands tall, petals soft and hydrated
Signs of life start to fade
The ways of death so close.

Each head wilts, closing tight, each smell flies away
New fragiles form, struggling and fighting for a new life
New and old join together until the withering patterns the floor
Clean them away, vacuum it up. Leave it all as memory alone
As the blue fades to black, the lives fade to light
New lives begin as old ones end
The terracotta vase is empty.

© Persephone Muse 2007

This is an old poem, part of Timeless Tuesdays and because I’m so tired and nervous that I can’t figure out anything else to post!

~ PersephoneM x

And Mother Earth Will Bleed – Poem

And the rain pours down,
As the heavens split,
Torn apart, they bleed down,
Covering the earth,
Drowning her.

It pounds and beats,
Drumming the world,
Forcing their attention,
On the sinking ship.
The drains are blocked,
Clogged with mankind,
The mess they make,
And the flooding starts.
Fear and panic floods her,
She knows what’s to come.
Pain and vengeance drown her,
She knows what’s to happen.
The blockages increase,
Every corner has a sea,
In which the dead float,
Dreaming of their heaven.
And the salt rains down,
As the mighty heavens split,
Torn apart, they gush down,
Seeing the earth,
Drowning her.

She cannot control the pain,
The bleeding rain drowning her.
She cannot stop heaven doing,
Whatever heaven wants.
Sinking deeper in logged mud,
She hides within herself,
Ignoring the drains, the gutters,
The fear, the pains, the mutters.
Clogging up like the flu,
Aches and pains, splintering,
Each storm counts closer,
The end will come, drowned.
New rivers run, carefully watch,
Any step could be the last,
Tip-toe, flat-toe,
It won’t matter any.
To slip and to fall,
To break a bone or hip,
To break a heart,
To rupture a heart.

And the blood rains down,
As the hearty heavens split,
Torn apart, it all bleeds down,
Covering her and,
Drowning her.

© Persephone Muse 4th November 2011