I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17
(the only stem that could take me from hell to now)
that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses
(a freight car bearing all whiffs of life)
burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod
(their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions).
I bought myself a tuberose to empty the old cases.
An angled line of time unveils the godly love
(purged demons left behind)
those petalled pearls had to impart – the ocean’s call,
(the only light that wiped the darkest thoughts)
its purifying icy waves the truth restored
(the ocean of thy eyes).
An angled line of time unveils the godly love of tuberose.
A fact of life. I bought myself a tuberose the other day. Had nothing else in mind but its perfume. A powerful trigger for my memory that went straight into the past. Coincidence or not :), it was July 28, 2017 when I wrote the poem I’m referring to: