mother said there is a garden inside me
and not father not no-one can kick me so hard
that the grass will bruise and I will drink enough
from fractured men that the fountain behind my
midnight will keep flowing out keep everything wet
warm sacred and if I ever let you cut me open
the orchids will smell of a beautiful confusion
This is poetry. Exactly this.?
Thank you Stu?
Mar
uniquely meaningful Stu. A glorious twister of thoughts like a Dahli painting.
Ray
The last two lines as often are the killer words.
thanks martin! hope to see you at sale this month
You have added another dimension to your work with this one Stu. It has for me almost a lyrical quality to it.
Love it
thanks rachel that is perfect
elPintor
Thu 6th Jun 2019 13:58
beautiful, like strength in fragility )
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Stu Buck
Fri 7th Jun 2019 21:23
thanks everyone. glad you liked it.