Reaching

None of the other tulip flowers
Has been as singular as this one
Bruised beetroot ruddy red layers
Lit at the tips by silver morning sun
It reaches out on steady stem swaying
Nodding in the air its head as if to say
My cup stretches catches light playing
Through my depths adoring this day
But my neck is strong leaning long
From the heavy bowl holding my body
And I open to death gladly scarlet song
Of my surrender my breathing nodding
Upturned clapper of a bell tolling the time
When these petals will fully open fall away
Break against a wall crucible of will chime
In resonant waves radiating reach to eternity

Vision Of The Visage Of The Goddess

The face of a cosmos of blue light supernova
Was framed by a large heart-shaped metal frame
That had fractal fingers of bronze and silver
Reaching into the frame in fractal calibrations

Like tendrils in time folding in adoration
For this flower-framed face of blue light adoration
Beaming blue light in our eyes and on our cheeks
The light turned rosy at the edges as the flowers

Look like roses spiralling into synchronous centres
Of fractal formations in infinity all possibility
And all combinations of divine face or visage
The luminous light-filled framed face of blue cosmos

The rosy fringe glow of blood rose adoration
The background like fire of a rose risen rare sunrise
All cosmos aglow in fractal collaborations of movement
The ebb and the flow the centre the smile of creation