
Being
I am jealous of the red flower.
Poets can be that way, wanting
to be the one
whom the gods choose
to visit in a rush,
wanting
to be the one
whose neck is grasped
with the first flush
of whatever it might be—
the numinous petal, the sensual dew,
the feather
(oh yes, the white feather)
— L.L. Barkat, author of InsideOut
This poem is offered as part of our September theme: The Poet
All poems, art, and photos are public domain, creative commons, or used by permission of author or publisher. Photo by L.L. Barkat.
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