today....

Today... by Rose & Micah

Today's the day for top hats and jeans,
for platonic love poems and copious amounts of caffeine
to make me jitter, quiver, shiver, and wake
to touch the sky with clear blue eyes
and mutter psalms under my breath.
Birds sing when cat dream
I'm a weary pilgrim on the road
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Today's the day when I stop and wonder how long
it's been since I smelled a rose, a mountain
flower that is jealous of its petals and only shows
their delicate peach-pink colour for a fortnight in July
at night, after the moon has set, and sometimes,
if it's had a drink or two, before it has risen
the rose stretches out in its glory under sunrise...
Today's the day when I wonder, pen in hand,
how long since my ink has marked the page,
full of inspiration and bewilderment.
Behold! My paper is now bleeding blue and black
and still I cannot think! I cannot make the pen
scream the words in my heart because of the agony of modesty.
I am humbled.
But petals cry for the sun, a wan, thin, airy cry like the
sound made when a blank piece of paper is torn from
an equally blank journal and the released to the wind
to blow uselessly on the sidewalk, gathering dust, becoming
soggy in gutter-water, yellowing and decomposing.
Petals cry to be unfurled to be translucent and yet
solid simultaneously. Petals moan an ancient moan
one misunderstood as the gaping maw of nature, a vortex
that eats words and drinks little happy moments in
greedily. The beauty of those fragile petals
in the gleaming sunrise stands still in awe
if the chaos of a tornado before being swallowed
into oblivion. I take a deep breath as I
try to hang on those words, those pink pastel
layers of mountain rose, before I too am lost.
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Today's the day for remembering that everything is ephemeral
Even top hats.