Wilderness Journey, Day 20

Camellia


Camellia

 
Oh camellia, let me feel ya,
deep in my heart,
pink and soft, so fragile
a harsh touch
will bruise ya
 
Oh camellia, let me feel ya,
fluid in my hand
plucked from the branch
a withering cause
forces me to lose ya

Oh camellia, let me feel ya,

awash over noise.
To what end have you bloomed?
For cranks & pundits to
abuse ya?

O camellia, let me feel ya,
sing through my mind,
notes of beauty, notes of warning,
notes of pity
to overuse ya.

O camellia, let me feel ya.

 

 

 

©2013 Judy H. Eurey