The purpose of a flower

Do flowers become trees?
They shall fail.
The forest expects trees.
The flower has failed already
It’s younger self
It’s childhood dreams
It’s vision of a golden trunk,
with golden leaves.

Can a flower but stare?
There is a window
Not its window
Rather the eyes that see through it
And what it sees through it
And how it sees it all
And how no one else sees it like it does
And what it makes of what it sees.
It shall take comfort in that.

Does it do it to herself?
It does.
The flower is also the weed
The dryness
The dark
The chain
The scissor
The broken porcelain vase
The aimless arrow.

Is there a point to a flower?
To be born against all odds
To bloom.
To love the wind
To light up the garden
To feed the bees and butterflies
To wither in the blink of an eye
To survive the frost
To die overnight.

Shall it bloom in the darkness?
The void expands.
There is no garden
There is no rain
There’s too much rain
It’s cold in the shade
It burns in the sun.

Where will it live?
Let it live in a tree house
In a leaf
In a sunbeam
In a cloud
In a moor
In the abyss
By Orion’s Nebulae

Can a flower but be?
Bloom, flower.
Time is unrelenting
The forest will not wait
Before you wither.


Illustration by Edith Rewa


Flower In Bloom

Rapidly fleeting is the flower in bloom.
Fresh, scented, soft,
Evil and good.

Ever so naïve.
Bewildered by the morning caress
Even nights come as a rare gift
Of solitude and silence,
Where she thinks herself eternal
As the stars in her eyes
And the moon in her heart.

A soft twinkle of rain,
But a precious moment.
Suspended in the air
Between drop and drop
A sigh
A breath
A look
A dream
Hanging from the most fragile thread.
Invisible ray of hope
That the green, amiable garden
Will be there to hold.

Oh, dearest!
Flower in bloom.
Until a petal of yours feathers away
Eaten by time
Stricken by secrets
Lied to by smiles
In which you laid
Your flower life.
Petals withered and cold
Wrinkled and dry
Like the stars you once held in your stare
And the moon that once lived in your heart.

That second of life
That moment of despair
A scream so loud
So strong in your bones
You think you might crack
With the subtlest blow.
But you are wind.
You don’t break.
There’s a root you can’t tame.

Oh, stupid flower!
A flower no more
The next turn of the clock
That moment suspended
Between drop and drop
Heartbeat in you gorge
The one inhalation
Its all there is.
Right now
A touch
A laugh.
Ever so naïve.

If only it could be so.
The guilt of the innocent,
The hand of the kind.
I would kiss you forever,
Oh! Amiable heart.
The one true in nature.
Unfeigned mask
Sweet smell
Clear breath.
Flower in bloom.
I will nest you and love you
If you let me be you.