little petal

lying here

will your softness

disappear

placed in folded

early hope

tucked inside 

a green envelope

yet emerging 

full and lush

swirling out

with dancing blush

holding hands

with others known

holding sunshine

as your own   

little petal

i hope you keep

a little softness

as you sleep

 

my power is in my words

words chosen by me

strong and bold

because I own

my awareness

my art swings around my body

like a spiral of wind

flinging all unnecessary

distractions aside

a whirlwind

that protects and insulates

spinning me to the places

I need to go

out the door

down the street

and out of sight

there it was

alone in the wild

all lost and raggedy

so she took it home

and found something for it

when she turned around

it blended in with its surroundings so well

that she didn't really notice it anymore

but one day the wind came

and blew it away

she was glad she had it memorized

She wanders into transparent pastel meadows

filled with wildflowers

and the auras of a guiding moon. 

she walks the rose petal path

she sleeps on steadfast silver clouds

she eats rainbow soup and sunshine crackers

she feels sparkles of opportunity all around her

with transcendent brushes

she paints the iridescent memories of her ancestors

so I got out my scissors

and cut it all up

all the ties binding me to things

I shook free

and spread out

hesitant to think

the freshness here now

I will defend my territory

for the time being