I
each morning as dawn snatches moon
the creaks, the groans the wakening sounds
of old bones, unfolding of petals unfurling
unwrapping from and opening wide
our nightly rapture towards daytime skies
II
do you recall
how when first we met;
you hid behind your shy smile,
and I within the petals of
your proffered bouquet?
how my allergic sneeze
broke our stilted silence
and we laughed together
as we do still?
III
our ancestors
broke
backbone of
prairie soil
scattering
seeds
of civilization
now their bones
lay tucked neatly
within
graves marked
by return of
wind-nodding
laughing
wildflowers
© Lorraine 2017
Three rifts off Charles Bukowski: “Love breaks my bones and I laugh,” for mlmm Sunday writing prompt: love flowers 2.7.17
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July 13, 2017 at 3:09 am
Very neat Lorraine. The tension between petals/wildflowers for life/love and living contrasts sharply with and bones, dust, decay, death, cracking bones. It’s great imagery, well done :) Hope you are doing good and enjoying your summer!
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July 13, 2017 at 2:54 pm
Thank you! Hope things are going well with you — like the new picture! I should stop by your blog more often!
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July 13, 2017 at 3:26 pm
Thank you Lorraine. I’m just happy you stop by sometimes :) Life can be busy, I understand that too.
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July 8, 2017 at 3:01 pm
Lovely writing ♡
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July 4, 2017 at 8:16 pm
Oh! This is so Gorgeous!
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July 5, 2017 at 9:14 am
Thank you. The challenge was an interesting one — and wanted to include laughter, broken bones, and flowers. I have yet to read your contribution. Maybe later today.
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July 5, 2017 at 2:41 pm
Most welcome, Lorraine :)
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July 4, 2017 at 11:26 am
wow! Loved with you did with these ideas – how you let them unfold and flow into each segment – this is a great – I really can’t pick or choose, I like them all equally – each containing the words and images so well within and of themselves!
Great job Lorraine :)
thanks for playing the Sunday writing prompt – :)
and yeah, I’m re-reading and smiling at “the return of wind-nodding (how gorgeous) laughing wildflowers” …. but then, I’m biased ;)
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July 4, 2017 at 12:49 pm
Thought you might like the wildflowers — I kept adding adjectives until they seemed animated.
I had intended each to be a stand alone — it’s interesting that you read them as a piece. I was trying to interpret each image — bones broken, flowers, laughter. I will have to reread it as a whole.
The first can be read three ways — I don’t know if the spacing made that obvious enough. Down the right, then down the left then together. I left the odd in-between spacing cuz I liked the curve.
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July 5, 2017 at 8:10 am
Actually, I read it as separate several times, and then as a whole too – so I caught it as you thought and wrote it, right off – but either way, I just like it :)
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July 5, 2017 at 9:07 am
Thanks. I wrote the left column first and it is my favourite. The others came to me, but not with the same force.
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July 4, 2017 at 10:53 am
I like this. Love II!
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July 4, 2017 at 7:36 am
Beautifully written all three stanzas stand alone perfectly. 💜
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July 3, 2017 at 10:39 pm
Lovely gentle poem Lorraine….well done.
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July 4, 2017 at 4:35 am
Thanks Michael. Would like to have bones, flowers, and laughter in one, but . . .
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