Jasmine green
\nA ballerina
\nEmerging from the stem
\nPirouette\u2019s whose golden fingers
\nHold a future gem
\nA starlit curl of blossom
\nA scent to captivate
\nWind and rain and gentleness
\nResulting from the wait
\nThe honest truth abundantly
\nAs myriad stems entwine
\nOn a spring of stardom
\nSo potentially divine<\/p>\n
Between the wall and window
\nWhere crumbling old stock bricks
\nTheir mortar cracked and broken
\nSomeone had knocked for six
\nA reverse light left its randomness
\nHanging and the light
\nA hint of redness Like a fire
\nAt about the height<\/p>\n
Of where the jasmine daintily
\nDanced the hours alone
\nIts contours and its attitude
\nIts formation and its tone
\nBrought it all into the equation
\nIn a startling strapping pose
\nA true configuration
\nUnderneath my nose<\/p>\n
Uncovering and unveiling
\nThe bounteous spirit there
\nUnattired and naked
\nIts striptease it did share
\nA healthy interruption
\nFor the heart and eye to feel
\nAn intrusion from the study
\nThat I can now reveal<\/p>\n
Looking through my study window
\nAt the jasmine in the garden<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jasmine green A ballerina Emerging from the stem Pirouette\u2019s whose golden fingers Hold a future gem A starlit curl of blossom A scent to captivate Wind and rain and gentleness Resulting from the wait The honest truth abundantly As myriad … Continue reading