Cotton Flowers

‘I want red flowers to grow
On a piece of white cotton.’

But I am the gardener.
Slowly, gently, I see red petals fall
As the flowers germinate.

‘I want a white piece of cotton.
Only the purest of whites.’

But I am the seamstress.
Bit by bit, I see white bubbles form
As I tear open the cotton flowers.

‘You must keep planting red flowers.
Only the deepest of reds.’

But I am the florist.
Again and again, I see crimson scents arise
As the colours proliferate.

‘You must leave the white intact
Amongst all the reds.’

But I am the artist.
Softly, peacefully, I see white clouds dissolve
As I become intoxicated with the pollen.

Because this is the only alternative-
A cheap alternative-
To destroying the entire garden.

~ by misspeaceful on 11 June, 2009.