Do you often speak in metaphor? If so, please give us a thumbnail sketch. (See what I did there? LOL.)

I could make a sketch as small as a thumbnail
or use my thumbnail to sketch in sand or clay
but if I sent a digital photo of it
the image you'd see would no longer be a thumbnail sketch.

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Lotus

 

 

My roots suck nutrients 

from the rot in the mud.

 

Water is my world;

its skin, my cloak. 

I thirst for light.

 

When young

my bud strove to open to the light

but shrunk in fear  

from the blinding bright zenith of day.

 

My adult-self rose in the dark,

became an open bowl of petals, 

but again the burning noon turned me back.

 

Now I discover my being in middle-age, 

heady and fragrant,

but already wilting.

 

Perhaps you scent my aroma

and linger a while by the lake where I bloom.

 

And tomorrow, too soon, 
I will be but a dried out pod.

Soon I will rot back into the mud,

at peace,
no trace to remain. 

This post was edited by inky at December 2, 2020 6:17 PM MST