Organics

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the way in which language blooms in the mind of a writer.

Submitted: January 18, 2015

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Organics

 

This chartreuse dream it plagues me,

Starting at my stem,

Creeping like vines mossy and lush,

Jading my grey-matter.

 

 Sending lime sparks between synapses.

Taking root in the emerald kelpie tangle of Medulla flesh

It is a seed, floating,

A lily-pad in my malachite meninges thin.

 

A minty fruit that quenches my thirst with Olive juices,

A flowering,viridian forest tongue.

 

A word so very Viridescent.

 

By Kristy Nicolle


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