Her’icanes and He’liotropes

high-bred
 
I like to create

it’s growing—

so?

(you say)

Sow what

you say,

I’ll

till you…
 
 
from arts & letters

will you,

from Dell & bract, I’ll

thrill you,

to seed in short

terms

tend you,

in florid long, I’ll

send you,

vines entwined, I’ll

pen you

in lines, and rose,

de-fenceless

exposed to storms

so scent-less

found in the

I

a calmness,

greenhouse grown

–you’ll flourish…

indigenous with

wind-driven word

–a forest

controlling a climb

of reason and rhyme

–sow sporous.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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