Elegy by Allergy
Strip me down naked
as consequence to converse
with your raw tomato.
Flowers in the dark,
tall, painted stalks of lumbering white
Heart once filled all pink
as sham rocks chipped at
rosy-red bee-anaphylactic spots.
Icy car until dawn arises
opaque irises reflected in mine:
a chameleon blue.
You are not alone,
if not me,
A rainbow of colors floods the poem. Love the way the last stanza hits home.
I feel I could alter the very last stanza just a tiny, tiny bit to make it more sentimental and clear, yet I appreciate your input as I continue refining.
Good one. I particularly like your choice in the second stanza “mild” to compare with “anaphylactic” in the wonderful last line of stanza three.
I appreciate that as I feel the 3rd stanza was very weak in class, but is much more satisfying (for me) here too. Thank you.