a forgotten acquaintance offers flowers
to eat, their anthers specifically which
i must say were nectary, sitting
in a red double-decker bus until
other passengers boarded
i then drove my car into
a dark so dense, so deep even
darkness was not visible
hesitantly moving on
bewildered, bewildered, bewildered!
i was guided to a bluish dawn perhaps
not ready for endarkenment…yet
driving down a spiral staircase
residents staring out in horror
devastation of my beloved city
sacred places i frequent, obliterated
infidel, infidel, infidel!
none, not one of the 6, yes SIX alarms could rouse me from my early morning nightmare today
6 thoughts on “anthers of a flower”
It didn’t have to be a dream. I mean, this is very much part of the real world today.
Sadly you are right. Wonder when we will wake from this reality?
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This poem has the feel of dreaming. “Down a spiral staircase…” is intriguing.
All good wishes,
I am glad I managed to capture the feel of dreaming throughout the poem. Thanks Robert.
I thought it’s a dream, which you mentioned in the end. It was a scary dream.
yes it was scary and it took me a while to recover from it. Needless to say, everything was delayed today.
PS I didn’t want to mention that this was a dream till the end :)