Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Still Blooming


STILL BLOOMING

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)



Moisture

be it liquid red
from my blood
bleeding

bled

or clear
from dear constant tears
glistening

crystal
drops

endlessly
plop

plopping still

into a vast black hungry hole--
my soul,

instilled life
to gradual growth;

a rebirth.

For eventually,
flowers bloom.

Never too soon.

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