Scarlet unopened, the buds of flowering crab
bleach out in sunlight, go pale pink and drab.
After the third day, the wind loosens the petals,
and one flutters to the grass and settles.
It works its way through grass down to the soil—
air and water rub it thin as foil.
Between each cell, oxygen convenes,
until the petal of itself is rendered clean.
It dissolves into pattern everywhere;
if grown again to petal it won’t know or care.
The sonnet sequence, "My Human Disguise," of 630 ekphrastic poems, was begun February 2011. It can be found beginning with the January 20, 2022 post and working backwards. Going forward are 20 poems called "Terzata," beginning on January 27, 2022. Fifty Terzata can be found among the links on the right. A new series of dramatic monologues follows on the blog roll, followed by a series of formal poems, each based on a single word.
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Sunday, June 6, 2010
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