what of the growing girl

[Juan Castrocafe]

that they cut the flower, not considering the roots
it is then a gift to be giving as if to say in words,
here is dead beauty, I want you!
and they starve themselves for the image of what they believe
is owned love,

dead roots withering in the aftermath of intent,

should they whisper silently, I love you
it is love as it is own, as it is belong that it is be
without considering you, or the roots,

they tell you this, in a story of "their love"
as if it is the pattern to draw your paper angels with...

but it is more than borrowed...it is more than shared..

they only ask you how you feel, for adjustment
when the rest do not fit the established conditions,
of this "dead gift"...they "lovingly" give you,

would you dance that in the circle of people
you are but one, and one alone yet with many
never counts as two...so then they, come in with words
and styled smiles, to encroach that one might be one owned...

being a girl growing, is to have a part of the sunshine
right in your eyes, that is yours and yours alone....

johnm

[anirbas]

being a girl growing, is to have a part of the sunshine
right in your eyes, that is yours and yours alone....

~fragmentation of John Moseley verse.

i don't know why, but this piece, especially the last line, made me think of Ivy...
thanks for sharing, Jam. i know you've got more...Nir.

[dawness]

to watch and be part of a girl woman's unfolding--- what a a rare gift. lw! thnkas for this gift.)

[soulfir3]

Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece. Soul