Blooms
1
The dark black
velvet surrounds
itself and slowly
loosens to its outer
circle stuck into green
that will grow
bulbous and orange
and suddenly
burst life.
2
White, the shape
erotic feminine
and male thrusting
from the centre
yellow a Mapplethorpe
turned back and white.
3
Small bird buzzes
its beak sucks
the nectar from the
long glimpse of paradise.
4
Gently she pulls
thin pink puffs
from the bursts
of pompom along
the roadside,
tossing them into
the blue, showering
them down upon her.
5
Shafts of blue
and purple
burst upon the
fronds of the
plant. Slowly
raining their
life upon you.
6
Bee’s still buzz about
the bloom’s creating life.
Making love to the
flowers with their legs
7
stop
I like the rhythm in your poem, and it's sensual imagery.
I really enjoyed the image and scene of #4. It feels like a scene from a middle of a film or a story, complete on its own but also a part of something much larger.
Your very short poems sing with great beauty of the wonder of blossoming. Best regards, @patar-star.