This Poem was Submitted By: lonnie hicks On Date: 2002-12-12 20:22:09 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Flushed

In my garden gambol green beetles  by twos and threes who sing to high tulips blushing pink in harmonies. Flushed, adoration-framed they rainbow through emotions gained from beetle songs choir sung. I part the foliage clef to observe what enchantment deft musical beetles pant to flowered plants swaying in the green. I am transfixed in this gloaming, where songs drape onto airy night;   uplifting  tulip bulbs-- rhapsodied and honey dewed. On me then euphonies: Beatles sing because we don't, to balm absence's pain. They sing our song of high praise; because we won't, for tulips, gardens, soil and loam. We are the children who've lost the songs which were mother's songs now vague distant tomes unknown unremembered gone. Our ears deaf now to all.  Our beetles stand in for us sing our songs in their metallic greens, arpeggios falling to my journal page explaining why they sing to tulip bulbs, flushed all quiet soon each bulb reminded they are loved.

Copyright © December 2002 lonnie hicks


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