Chloe Kent wrote these poems in Oregon. She is actually allergic to flowers but thinks they are good subjects for poetry!
Plant Her
Plant her.
Let her roots grow low with petals high,
stamens drying in the sunlight,
scorching away my should have’s,
She’ll be’s, maybes and fantasies.
Put her worries straight to rest.
Pack them in with mulch and soil at the bottom of her bed.
And when heavy winds begin to tear the beauty from her head,
trust the rain that came, reviving her instead.
Leave me to my storms.
Even when you’re sure she’ll drown as water pounds along her stems.
And more, the force behind the sky trails tales of calm and clarity-
your eyes are seeds gazing up, reach above,
for clouds the colors of her flowered love.
Floral Thrills
Veins running from thorns
Or just for the thrill
Delicacy to the taste
Balanced upon a stem
Held there
In perfect pose
Rustling in the bush
Red hues
Of the highest
Pretty pinks too
Wondrous white
Leaves and imagination
To ponder
What a sight
Such a beauty
Nature proudest moment
Innocent simplicity if a rose.