Silent Screams

The maple opens
Spinning brown crippled bird seeds;
What soil will root me?

Drowning in colors
Trapped deep inside my glad heart.
That red hides deepest.

Pains of ivy's pinch,
Joys bursting from daffodils,
Trapped by blood red hearts.

Blooming to the sky,
Rooting in the hallowed earth,
with nothing to show.

Lovely solitude,
Yearns to transcend our beige world,
Flotsam shared with none.

Well,

I don't know,

Shit on a shingle.


Discuss? Maybe.


Don't ask.

Please.