thorns and thistles
Roses killed and lilies rotten,
an orchid’s prayer that I’ve forgotten..
decry the florid wings that open.
Petals fold in deep devotion.
worms and snails and larvae trails
that eat their roaming tender roots-
such anguished cries are strangled mute.
But I, in turn, destroy them all-
(a lofty rise,
then angry fall)
to crush the hungry savage brutes,
with ragged nails
and sharpened tooth.
and stinging truths
that cut like brittle crystal shards,
inflicted when I try too hard-
and add far too much seasoning
to bland and tasteless remedies..