Involucre
A poem
For a moment in time, I was alive. Like the freshest daisy, my umbels opened and closed, dependent on the position of the burning sun. I was complex but simple— held together by many flowers of yellow, surrounded by few of white. It was thought I was too strong to wither. I was soul-mate's pure love embodied in a bloom. I want your day's eyes. To wear you like a crown. You laugh and dare me to stay forever in this endless summer. Like the wildflower, you must be preserved. I tell you I'll pick you, keep you, always, in my heart-shaped... pocket. You told me you were ready to see the sun again. I took your inflorescence from my pocket. It was too late. Your petals...shriveled, then became dust in my heart-shaped... palm. A few of the faintest seeds remain but most of them blew away. Will my tears bring you back from the dead? Is there a bridge between grief and being free? Belide asks me, as she runs from the God of the seasons. Is the truth in your heart-shaped... florets, like white aster-oids shooting in the verdant sky? I'm an involucre without the receptacle, hopelessly chained, disillusioned, in the in-between. I find another daisy. As I pick and play, I sing, "He loves me, he loves me...not...." The stars fall, and the petals drop. I watch us fall apart, including the involucre. What will hold me... together? Eventually we're all pushing daisies. There's no holding on. You're left only with the remnants of a sun-shaped... memory.
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Wow, Holly! This is such a beautiful, moving poem. I just keep thinking: what a wonderful, strange, and incredible mystery we are all participating in. That 'in-between' is such a complex place to be.
Though there is such complexity within our every experience, there are, also, moments of simplicity that bring us to a place of awe. Sometimes what reveals is something which comes in the form of a daisy.
The photo of your daughter and the daisies is incredibly special and fits this poem so nicely!
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE! ~Wendy💜
The poignant textures and tones carried my Mind into the outstretching dimensions where God and Goddess sits contently with one another where they discuss the wisdom and might of dancing until both Life and Death no longer matters .....