I had no idea what the flower in the picture above was without looking it up on that wonderful website: https://identify.plantnet.org/. Apparently, it is known as Butterfly Pea. I took this picture alongside a hiking trail near Blanchard Spring. In the last few hikes, flower encounters have been rare. There aren't many flowers left to bloom in the woods it would seem.
As the title of this blog suggests, the shorter poems are not taking me very long to revise even if I make quite a few changes. If you are seeing this post before the post I published yesterday. Please make sure to scroll down on your screen and click on the previous link or links, depending on how far back you need to go to see them all. Here are the latest two revised poems. ENJOY!
Queens of my mind, Lights of my soul,
For each of you, my heart has room.
I need all three to make me whole
As showy blossoms need perfume
To get their pollen spread about.
But I perceive one mutters, "No".
She will not share my teeming mind.
She hordes the visions I need know
And leaves the other sprites behind
To sort my unfilled essence out.
She knows that I cannot love one.
She sees that I am flesh and bone.
She’s quit me now, and I have none.
Abandoned, I will go alone,
For I am made of flesh and bone.
Yes, I am only flesh and bone.
Irony
A sandstone grows,
Mottled with moss,
As rain washes soil
Away from its root.
Lightning struck limbs,
Stripped of bark,
Wave nascent leaves
On whipping tips.
A dead oak snag
Trying to fall,
Is braced by ivy,
Choking vines that killed it.
Stones roll in water,
Wear into pebbles,
Are ground into sand,
And settle as silt near the sea.
Don't forget that I would like my faithful readers to help name the next book, and I am still interested in some artwork to go in this collection. It would be a shame if I had to provide some scribbling because I can't draw water in a bucket.