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Fuchsia
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
Droplets of olive
peek over the top
heart shaped hope
in a pot
pointed edges poke
but cannot cut
spider silk bridge-spans
rivers that never connect
but white buds hold
the hope of a sightless world
veins of velvet
unfold their first breath
hot pink petals
push out their wombs
birthing rosebud
lips on feather tips,
gravity teaching them
how to drown
07/10/2004 Author's Note: Fuchsias are stunning � but I can�t seem to keep them alive here. They thrive up north, dangling from my girlfriend�s rafters � and so do I.
Posted on 07/20/2004
Copyright © 2025 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 07/20/04 at 04:59 PM Beautiful, I was going to write a poem about my fuschia hibiscus...but yours is way better. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/20/04 at 06:19 PM A tangy read from start to finish. I figured it was a species of flower, but had to type the word into Google to make sure. Good'n! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/20/04 at 08:23 PM Fushia...the word, the flower...for me brings up visions of vibrant life somehow content in the surrender to the natural law of gravity, able to project beauty different from other blossoms. I LOVE my fushias!!! (I also like the author's reference at the end to the girlfriend's rafters...hehe) |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/18/04 at 11:32 AM Great painting. When a verse is this wonderful in description that you can see every detail, it ceases being words and becomes a picture. Great read with perfect detail. |
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