- Memories
- Brown puppy
- Japanese eyes
- Yearn for you
- Flowers
- Poetry
- Chasing a butterfly
- Give me more
- Drugs
- Warm hand
- Tuck tuck
- Conversation
- Nocturnal voice
- Stars
- Vulnerable
- Clock
- Clock
- Room
- Shore
- Bitter
- Manual
- You
- Dimples
- Plastic
- Woman
- Albatros Victor
- Ghosts
- Eternity
- Games
- Sunlight
- Laughter
- Cigarette
- Realiti questions
- Unlovable
- Whisky
- Night flowers
- Eaglet Katalea
- Pyjamas
- Oh
Humans adore flowers;
They say dolphins adore humans too;
But you take it for granted;
A human.
…Hm…Among the list of pleasures,
He surely must like flowers too;
But why?
Why does a human like flowers?
Why does a piece of the abyss,
Like this other specific piece of abyss?
What does connect those two?
Why doesn’t a human like belts?
Blocks of cement,
Or iron?
Why doesn’t he keeps,
The aforementioned
As embroidery in his house?
But he keeps flowers;
He embellishes his house,
With flowers;
Cleverly penned, Amethyste. Excellent write, I enjoy your observations my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian for being present in my blogs. It is very important for me. Have a great day.
I love the way this lingers on curiosity and small wonder, questioning the human need for beauty in a world that often feels void. There’s a quiet fascination here, observing what we cherish and why, without judgment—just attentive, almost tender.
Thank you Thomas. These are deep voices in my head that would have been lost and forgotten if I had not inked them. I often used to have such thoughts as for now I am not in the poetic mode much and I miss it. I have said it before and I am saying it again, I am a regular reader of your poetry and I like it a lot.