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Foxglove White (one shot wednesday)

I am in the mood for a cup of tea
Sleep’s been mocking
Nights have been long
Even in spring’s corner of the year
Foxglove White is the finest brew
For longest rest
I yearn for
Rest
I yearn for
Refuge
My heart’s weak
Takes breaks between beats
Voice and vision taunt
Sanity bleeds
Grief’s cutting lashes
A child laughs
Under green trees over green grasses
Swings in warmth
Below a deceitful sun
Joyfully singing near
Too near
Foolishly near
Where my Foxglove White
Still grows
The poisonous plant
Remains
For one reason
Alone
I am in the mood
For a cup
Of its tea
I cover my ears
With trembling hands
Under blue moon light
Her final song
Stabs like knives
Over
And over
And over
Each night
I’m so tired
So very tired
I don’t believe
In green anymore
The sun’s a liar
I want to savor the flavor of Foxglove white
Before dawn birds take flight
I’ll sleep
Finally
My rest steeps in steam
For the final dream
But again
I can’t drink its pleasure
A breeze from the underside of green
Whispers
Please
Let the cup cool
And again
I can’t sip death’s release
I’m in the mood
But
You keep sitting next to me
Wanting me to believe
Once again
And
Each night I choose
Life
Not knowing why
Yet
One day
I’ll understand why you didn’t leave
The fragrance of your breeze
Why you hold my hand
Why you love me
Why you believe in me
Still
One day
I’ll thank you
One day
I will
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15 thoughts on “Foxglove White (one shot wednesday)

  1. This piece would be one of those poems in college that each student could pick out a different piece of symbolism.For me- I see a bride's veil in the foxglove and though she is poison to many she is also a form of love

  2. Well…this is a wow moment! From the image and the title, throughout the beautifully penned dialogue, this piece is haunting and dark, but at the same time, beautiful and romantic. A difficult combination at the best of times to pull of without sounding like a romance novel. Maybe my new favorite round these parts! Awesome!

  3. Being a gardener down deep in my bones, this poem particularly pleases–o yes, the foxglove, the indigo monk's hood–they are seductive as the amanita in name and beauty, and that along with the emotion makes a very effective brew for your narrative here. I especially like the way you've chosen to put such irony even into the resolution…very satisfying write.

  4. I was reading this while listening to "Sparrow". Perfectly complimentary. A beautifully dark journey. Perhaps it is fiction, but I can relate. Each night I choose life, among other necessities. Perhaps you might like the cello here

  5. Foxglove White is a wonderful working title, and rather wondered where you'd take it knowing its deathly heritage." My rest steeps in steamFor the final dream" …really a brilliant couplet, that one (many others, but this is my fave) Wonderful write ~

  6. The sun's a liar..?very unique! I loved the composition.. has many shades to it.Death is not the answer.. perhaps fighting is! That's what I have chosen just yet again.. I am thankful already..Love..? Haven't been there ever..Hugs xoxox

  7. One day…so many hopes. A beautiful weave of nature in this, soundly composed with solid metaphor. Symbolic and emotional, and well-writ throughout. Finely done.

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