M2...

of what use is the
whiteness?

the purity that you
have maintained in the color of your
soul

of what use is the red
in your center?

it is just a piece of art
pure aesthetics without any function at all

forbidden flap
full of flimsy fabrications

you cannot put salt in a flower and
say you want to preserve it
like some sort of peppered pickles

white soon shall turn to a bruise
freshness into a contusion

ponder upon the shortness of the life span
of the butterfly

get wild like a snake
bite, bite, if needed, bite the delicious apple of discord

savor.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!