Tuesday, October 09, 2007 10:07 PM

a single flower - pure, white, untouched -
drawing life from
a glass of water:
green, fleshy stem, cool, round, clear glass.
and water,
cool, clear, and with that slightly bitter taste that accompanies all flowers -
sweetness of scent mingled with that slight bitterness on the
tip of the tongue.
a trickle of red.
thick, sticky liquid
moving down the glass
staining the clarity, the purity, the light.
mixing.
a swirl,
pink plume of flame, passion, rage,
it travelled.
DEFY!
yet motion continued, a never ending cycle,
movement of water molecules bombarded by yet more water molecules.
like the tipping over of a wine glass,
the stain spread
over the cream linen tablecloth.
DEFY!
and so they did,
working hard against gravity, hydrostatic pressure aiding the ardous upward flow.
up, up, up! but not quite
away.
DEFY!
pink plume of flame, passion, rage,
spread out against the white, purity of the single flower.
veins of colour, stark against the green and white
of the subtly ending life.