A Poet’s Bouquet for you!
Tears of love, morph into stars studded in the night sky,
On the sands of stark reality, cactus blooms a flower, soft and shy.
A lotus in the mud of sorrow and rose on the throne of thorns,
Smile on the lips and eyes moist; I get into a poetic high.
Truth, love, and beauty; social conscience, arts, science and spiritual grace,
Nurture the verbal flowers with a fluorescent face.
I invite you to this festival of idea, image, and feeling,
The cactus flowers are eager for your perceptive reading and listening.