Red is the favorite
White or pink are there for the choosing
Gentle in touch, founded in the midst of thorns.
Waking lights wake her essence,
To be carried in the midst of guided winds
In blossoming variations, careless hands ransack her core
And drop by drop her layering skin falls at the feet of a smile like
Death pouring life out of his belly –
Blooming in time only to live for a time.
Image in the post is by Marco via Flickr.
About the Author:
Kofi Sey Simpson hails from Agona Nyakrom, a village in the Central Region of Ghana. He studied at the University of Cape Coast. He is a teacher, and takes on writing as an extension of his reach. He is also an editor and spends time coaching young and upcoming writers. You can reach him on Twitter @KofiSeySimpson.