u/ISingTheArtEclectic

Series: Really Surreal

Tastes more like honey after a long day on the job.

Series: Human Animals

The Rock Just Didn't Notice,

as the flowers round him grew.

Until it was far too late,

they'd completely wrecked his view.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

The television was always on.

Even when the family was off.

Series: Uncanny Village

She's beginning to suspect the treat had a price.

Series: Petro

The Flowers Point Ahead,

your shadow trails behind.

Follow the path of foxgloves,

never knowing what you'll find.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

A beautiful idea
once sailed across the Mindful Sea.
Each theta wave bestowed a gift
for all the world to see.

A blossom found the waiting bow,
then candles found the rail.
Little seahorses rode among the blooms,
and jewels adorned the sail.

One tide it reached the Waking Shore
where dreamers pause and grieve,
at majesty now high and dry,
too beautiful to leave.

Series:Lyrical Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas

“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.”
— Mary Oliver

The rain keeps right on falling,

making mirrors in the street.

Someone left a light on,

yet the night still feels complete.

Series: The Color Of Water

She Saved a Little Morning,
inside each waiting petal's fold.

Then shared it with the darker woods,
in shades of violet and gold.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

In all her living memory,
across the endless ages,
she'd never had a captive thought
escape its thorny cages.

Her solemn task was not to guard,
nor tend the thornbound seed.
She watched the Keepers, every one,
and tended every need.

So how was it that on one count
one Briarheart was bare?
No captive thought had ever gone,
and yet one was not there.

"I sang the songs I always sing,
as Keepers always do.
I closed my eyes to hear it breathe,
for just the count of two."

"It vanished and I don't know how.
I'm sorry, Mistress Vole."
But something heavy settled then
inside the Mistress' soul.

She touched the corner of her eye.
Her fingers came back red.
"That's no excuse," she softly sighed,
though fear filled her instead.

"We have to find it. Find it now."
"Yes, that is what we'll do."
"I fear it isn't very far.
Keep up now please, won't you?"

Series: Dark Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas

A bird in need of rest,

sat stern upon the boat,

hoping to catch a ride,

but all they did was float.

Series: The Color Of Water

She was trying to be serious
when she had a passing thought.
Little did she realize what
that simple thought had brought.

"What if there were," she wondered,
"a dragon that did not run,
but instead rolled on two wheels?
Now wouldn't that be fun."

And somewhere in the Garden,
each time he chooses to speak,
a dragon curses the Merchant's whim
as his little wheels squeak, squeak.

Series: Lyrical Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas

His blessings arrived in excess.

Food. Wine. Laughter.

Love.

His followers rarely complained.

Or if they did,

he was in no condition to hear them.

Series: Old Gods