Dewcatcher [Poem]


A Flower makes the moment
when you see your true colour,
a spin on the soil it grows in.
It Sounds like a painting
and Writes like a song,
Petals reverberate
shimmering strong.
Fibres caress like a wind
glimmer golden; a vibrance
you share with your Skin.

Though after the moment
has left,
there are tellings.
They understand how you belong.
A card: Seven of Clubs
that reminds you of glamour,
but keeps your feet glued to the Earth.
A stem: holding close, staying green and still growing –
touches the Earth still anew.
An eyelash: a bristle to keep off the cobwebs,
and catch drops of Dew as they

And the moment-making Flower
sits alive atop a mountain,
embracing the earth with its roots.
And it takes in the Stories
the mountain has to offer,
felt as vibrations of Song.

Dewcatcher [Poem]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s