A Cactus Flower in a Vineyard
62A shocking flare of effervescence
Like the flash from a Polaroid
The bulb imprints on my optic nerve
Searing lightness lingers
Between illumination and blindness a rational, authentic radiance
Something hard to comprehend
When hope and inspired wistfulness create an image that isn’t there
Or maybe it was
Ever so briefly
Stinging the consciousness
God’s imprints, like a preview to a new release
Pairs of opposites try to reconcile their disparity
Futile as a cactus flower in a vineyard
And yet potential draws and holds us hostage
For longer than it should
Because we think it’s a jigsaw to be solved, ever so cleverly
As if we were truly focused
Like we think we’re not
The missing piece would fall into our outstretched hand
Glowing in illuminated wisdom
A grand voila
Though comical to the dispassionate
Their knowledge of fervid pain of their own
Tempers their judgment; the only rational path
Parallel illumination through different paths
Intersecting only briefly, but not intended to linger
A magical understanding
A beautiful storyline
Resonating imperfection in all its shimmering greatness
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I like it. I frequently wonder about the particular feelings and emotions one has prior to writing lines like this. It's very good.
Cactus flowers are amazing and they defy creation, beauty out of thorny, great hub!
Gerg-Excellent poem. Thank you for the great read. I voted you up and some extras.
I hope you do write more poems Gerg, this one is a gem!
Best wishes MM
Interesting palette of prolific prose...like the cactus flower, emerging into a world that is unprepared for its clandestine beauty...
Voted up and interesting..Larry
Wonderful read this morning and a very pretty cactus.
Well Greg, it appears you have some good followers. So, how about some more of this talent. I know you might not want to openly reveal the emotions and feelings that led you to write this, but these are often the basis for good writing.
Though comical to the dispassionate
Their knowledge of fervid pain of their own
Tempers their judgment; the only rational path
I love those lines... you're right. Those who are not part of it will never understand what a relationship is made of. What do they know?!
An odd match but somehow it made sense to you.
Beautiful poem. You have a real gift!















anupma 7 months ago
Nice poem!