Chrysanthemum
By: Mona Yonus (Acronym for Anonymous)
My flower blooms in the
Soft autumn winds
Where leaves drop and
Decompose in the tainted soil
Of ugliness painted around
My past roots which rot with bugs
Yet sustain the growth of myself
Transcendent upon myself is the
Celestial moonlight which flows
Mist upon my pollen like waves across the sea in sunset,
Dusty images of the sun on the violent lavender horizon
My shown self oozes into a liquid like ink on my true self
I do not know if the rain modifies my flower
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When the rain destroys who I show
Like my creator’s acetum
Which destroy the pink quills
Who write my name chrysanthemum
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A clear glass chrysalis hangs below my very leaves
Each dangling move within
Creating a song of one
In the calmed mountain breath
Which awakens to the imperfect beauties
Within the birds who pollenated my predecessors
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My pink quills write the beginning of
The ethereal story of the hazy morning sky
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And in this light sky a
Grasshoppers soft music
With green instruments of rust on tin
Fades across the sea with the hands of awakened time
Comments (2)
Such a lovely piece with great imageries. I like this - felt very uplifting.
Gosh, you painted such a beautiful picture here with your words! So magical!