The Chase


Burning golden face of the flower

Petals in earnest, eagerly spread

delicate fingers reaching desperately 

 for the morning sun,

grabbing the reckless wind.

Bees and hummingbirds,

 smugglers embracing-

gently kissing the sweet and dusty pollen.

The tiny universe expanding,

detours in manic motion;

lives of love migrate,



in constant pursuit

and always frantic in their chase.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s