Mellow

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Poetry
Silently mellow
Like a mellifluous flower
That stands tall
Facing the silky bushes.

My trainers are too small,
My feet do not want to obey,
And amongst all the shrubbery
A pansy tickles my ankles.

I want to shout,
He wants to cry,
Relieved
That he is no longer
Lost in his deranged speech.

Forever flowery.
Facing the bushes.
Silently mellow.

It wonderfully tickles
like a thorny rose,
and I resist.
My soul finds solace
That a restful place
He finally encountered
During his languid sleep.

Meandering along
He picked an olive tree
the seeds of which he’d planted.
Enjoy the soft caress of your pillow.

Silently mellow
Like a mellifluous flower
That stands tall
Facing the silky bushes.

I stand up,
I flounder
With an unimaginable desire
To wildly burst open
Like a blooming fish.

I can’t scape,
I will jump
Into the nearest puddle.
Bubbles come and go.

Forever flowery.
Silently mellow.
Meandering along
He picked an olive tree
the seeds of which he’d planted.

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Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

3 Comments

  1. Me encanta cómo juegas con las texturas y la sensación al tacto en este poema.
    Y mucho vocabulario nuevo para mi inglés, lo pones complicado 🙂

    Un abrazo
    Cris

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