A Garden of One
Tending to the purple prose of my mind
Contemplative moods
Invite internal scrutiny
But not when I look at the flower
With its simple, violet delights
Combative ruminations
Poke and prod at insecurities
But not when I gaze upon the flower
Its petals open to floral embrace
Superconductive synapses
Spark their way through the darkness
But not when I approach the flower
Admiring the way it blossoms in the sun
Uncooperative suggestions
Bang at the temples of my mind
But not when I smell the flower
The natural perfume filling the air
Introspective interrogations
Highlighting each and every wrong
But not when I caress the flower
Refreshed from the morning’s dew
Reconstructive framework
Begins to build my world anew
Especially when I water the flower
Giving life to what gave it to me