After the devil walked out,
I set the house on fire.
A cleansing.
I went North to see the See-er.
She agreed with me.
We talked about herbs and tea
and the guns of history.
My dad stepped in as if he was
there all along. I tried not to,
but the Tulips were in full bloom.
The honey bees called me
by a given name.
I am on separation from myself,
and as ghosts came and went,
I left my silhouette behind.
I joined a rainy city for a brick
talk, but we spoke nothing.
The See-er followed me with a snap.
I jumped back to her possibility.
She meant to cut it at the stem
but I got more than usual,
and the Tulips changed color, over and over.
And during the middle of all Of this,
I found what she grew.
Hope.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Lovely…I fell for the seer-er!!
🙂 I’m so glad you liked it. It’s nice to hear from you!!
Beautiful.
Thank you friend!!
great illiteration! please don’t stop writing poetry…wow. Good job.
Thank you!!! I have no intention of ever stopping! I don’t think I could if I wanted to lol
yup…I sure understand that feeling 🙂
You grabbed me with the first two lines, and held me all the way to the end. That’s my definition of a good poem.
That is so awesome to hear. Thank you so much for reading!
Getting better all the time, my dear, and I already thought you were pretty outstanding, as you know…. Well done; great metaphorical tale of passion and freedom…. even if I have the metaphor wrong, it tells a good strong story….
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Thank you! Always so wonderful to hear your thoughts. Hope you are doing well!
“the honey bees called me by a given name” – this is a great piece! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading. Even more, thank you for letting me know you stopped by!
🙂
I love this with my hurty throated tears