her next creation
she spoke with forked tongue
but I understood
every word she said
she said I had been dead
for three days
before resurrecting
my consciousness
back wandering the earth
I was sent searching
for a flower yet to be born
strolling beside a copse
instinctively I stopped
and squatted and became
mesmerizingly lost
as the glass petals
slowly unfolded into
another world
october two thousand thirteen
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Lovely write 🙂
Side note:
You made me look up a word 🙂 I didn’t know a copse was a a small group of trees. I thought you had made a typo…and had intended corpse. 🙂
I like how it rhymes with stopped. It wasn’t in my first draft. Thanks for the tweets!
I am always amazed by your pieces, I love every word from it, beautiful as always
thank you very much – I’m so happy you think so ;`)
I like this afterlife…rather peaceful… nice
I tend to agree with you Dianne T – thanks so much ;`)