Three flowers

Pink oriental

Purple-hearted, dark

inside and out. Despite reaching

for mandala perfection

I'll still become only

a dessicated pepper-pot

of blue-black seeds.

~

I give up,

drop cellophanous petals.

Fleur fanée.

~

***

Yellow rose, remontant.

Bedsheets aurore, a rumple
of apricot, tumbled
in lemon-gold dawn, pleasure
unfolded, unfurled, uncurled,
petal by petal, plunge
your nose, your face, your senses
into my luminous heart.

~

My love is not a red red rose,

lutea sum sed forma...

~

***

Nenuphar

Roots hold to mud and slime

domaine

of copper-eyed and lecherous toads.

~

Stems climb through

green, forming

livid verticalities for fishy folk.

~

Leaves are continents upon

a flat earth's sea,

landfall for damselflies.

~

Mud, water, light and air, up

through worlds,

I raise my head, behold the jewel!

~

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Prompted by Totally Optional Prompts, 'Write like a flower'. Which I took to mean, write as a flower... ( weird wiggly dashes between stanzas because I cannot, try as I might, get Blogger to accept the line spacing and formatting that I want today... I quite like those wiggly dashes, might make a habit of them.)