Grey Line with Blue Black and Yellow, a poem by S Francis

Please, teach me about Georgia O’Keefe
So I can learn how to bloom. Spring
Calls out for reward, this winter endured.

Layers of purple pedals wrap a red sun
That embraces what remains of strength
With a warmth longing for exposure.

I dip my nose to smell the fragrance
Of desire kept stored in its green cage
That a whispered breeze breaks open.

Hinges so rusted the fall of a single tear
Might be enough to shatter brittle bonds
Holding back abdicated escape plans.

Georgia O’Keefe, teach me how to fall
Into this landscape so I begin to bloom.
Spring awaits. This winter long endured.

(C) Stephen Fuller, 2019

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