Oshibana, 押し花

Prose poem

In Japanese, Oshibana means "pressed flowers" ( 押し花 ), dating as an art back to the 16th century.

Image from Emily Dickinson’s Herbarium

I keep on finding
Flowers
In her books
The mummies
Among her pages

Her clocks of trace,
And remnants
Of weathers.

Her evidences
Of Aprils that
Happened
And vestiges
Of colors

— That
Amongst her
Leaves of words
Disperse me
And scratch
Against my sensibility

I keep on dogging
After her
Embalmed skeletons
Of florets
Unmeant to age
And buds
Unmeant to the blast of
Light

As they chronicle
The pages to
Narrate
Para-stories
Of sun.

Inter-volumes
I dig
Eclipsing the poems
And
Surfing the ink

Trailing petals
That dried
In events
Of God knows what
Tales.

I keep on
Questing betwixt
Her phantasma
Plots
For flora cadavers
That pause limericks
In mere flouts
Of reading
Laws.

I keep on searching,
Into her books,
For
Her dead flowers
That
Undead me.

My sincerest thankfulness for DEP team for publishing this piece 💙

Image from Emily Dickinson’s Herbarium

And hereby, I’d like to take you on another different, cinematographic scenery captured through the words of the sensational poetess Rouaaa , I suggest all of her works starting with

The Boy on the Train

Have a wonderful day 💙

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