Pushing up Daisy
“… It’s passed on! This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s expired and gone to meet it’s maker! This is a late parrot! It’s a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies! It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot!”
In my darkest moments when air extinguishes all light
Hopelessness hangs heavy above me
Spongy , dense
A Cloud with a fierce clout.
I scramble around seeking for a match
I hear the mirthful giggle of a child
The purrs of a blissed-out cat.
My senses are aroused -Suddenly
The rain pelts down, the wind whips, lashing my face, arms- my entire mortal skin.
Eyes filled with tears of rain
Eyes filled with tears of despair
I’m reminded to look up.
I see a glimpse of a silver lining
My soul is weary
form of hope crystallizes.
Sealed into my thoughts for this second
I’m the Daisy that keeps pushing up
I’m the Daisy that proves that Life must go on.
My soul is renewed with a melancholic joy
I’m not dead
I’m rejuvenated once again.
Posted on 2020-06-09, in POETRY-FREESTYLE/IN YER FACE/EXPERIMENTAL and tagged Emotions, Experimental Writing updates, Goals, hope, POWER POETS, Relationships, Silver linings, Transformation, values. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.