Crysanthemum

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Fluorescent light slithers down Joseph's throat and turns him belly up. It manages to keep him awake even after the dawn had stupefied his consciousness and carried his body through the garden. Surrounded by flowers that are blooming on the sides of cardboard boxes, Joseph awakens swimming in crisp soil. Gasping for breath he becomes a sunflower in the breaking daylight. In a moments notice he subsumes to a selfish caress with himself, where he sweetens his morning tea with a hint of the sweetest pollen, just an excuse to stay asleep a little while longer. Wallowing in his own filth,Joseph realizes the time and tries to climb out from his seed. Digging his fingernails into the universe he crawls out of the catacomb and into the velvet grassland. 

Joseph is swindled by the weeds that remains callowed underneath his calloused feet and the shrubs that tickles the ends of every mean. 

He watches as the clouds pass through the calls of "good morning!". Hereafter he swears to the heavens that he has gone mad.

Perkiness pinches his cheeks with a sleepless clarity. Brushing his bed-head hair with a wooden comb and wetting his cowlick with the morning dew. Patiently Joesph waits for the universe to let him in on the bulging secrets, he climbs up onto the highest esker and shouts out his name. The surrounding valleys can't control the excitement of the encounter as they watch with teary eyes. Joseph begins to rotate in a painstaking cycle, fading through ultraviolet turns on a three hundred and sixty degree angel, looking for a hint of reality. 

In the distance a crow plummets onto a rodent, snatching it up in his beak… 

Joseph sighs as it flies into the horizon. 

 

Author's Note

This is a different type of style I wanted to bring here. This is a part of a 8 poem collection booklet I'm doing called "Fuel & Pollen". This booklet goes from dawn to nightfall, and in order this is the dawn. My first poem after a short hiatus

Reviews

[Persephone]

Beautiful write - thanks for sharing!

[Dayran]

A poem that examines the boundaries of the norms of the mind, in particular the nature of physical activity and the actions of the individual. In what may probably occupy a 360 degree experience of all types of actions, it comes to a specific statement about undertaking such activity .... that the prize goes to the actions of nature, of the sudden view of the crow .... uncontrived, definitive and beyond the meagre attempts of man to show his own hand on the driving wheel of actions.

But I expect young Hayley is not done yet. I'm looking forward to reading more.

[Pax]

a good tale that matched the stunning imagery..
..........with a mysterious end, leaving the readers to wonder...
great job.

[That_Girl]

Your imagery is unmatched. Well done.

[Peaceworker22]

Nicely done. : )

[Laura Maidah]

dawn doesn't stupefy properly here. don't make him swear to the heavens. imho it don't work. why does joseph sigh