Maybe I’m Amazed
Buried biology holds
mysteries of you & me.
A blood wave breaking—
poppies that pour sorrow
from my pores shipping
instance to fingertips
that purge oxygen and return
blue back up the empty vessels
pumping happenstance turning
weather-vanes of mood.
When the storm breaks
we feel the thunder
in our veins.
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This is brilliant!! Excellent work!
Wonderful
1) the play of the title
2) weather-vanes of mood
3) last stanza resolves in our veins
Love that last line – so evocative.
The “p” sounds create the rhythm of blood pumping. The fragility as well as the color of poppies seem apt for the poem’s tone.
Love it!
Tight and perfect!
All of this, sir