Bougainville flowers are a perfect example of beauty in minimalism yet owning a regality. I love bougainville and my favorite is the clustered one in fuschia. I admire its simplicity and poise. A short poem dedicated to this enchantress in fuschia.
The Lines
Her raiment- a story of plentitude,
Containing pleats and folds in multitude,
Carrying this flamboyance in attitude,
This enchantress of her own certitude,
Flashing fuschia hues of regal altitude,
Exhibiting artistry of extraordinary magnitude.
Reminds the onlooker-
Exquisiteness is in complete acceptance,
Of one’s unique and sketchy outer existence,
Comparison leads to a deep repentance,
Obscuring totality in an act of reflectance,
Through the lens of imposed resistance,
Hindering life towards a path of transcendence.
You owe these myriad angularities,
The deflated curves,
And the crooked lines,
You owe these flawed peculiarities,
The story of scarred nerves,
The mystery of unhealed signs.
Flaunt your mortal oddity,
Like a playful normality,
For life is beyond physicality,
And any conditional modality,
It is an existence of immense vitality,
An experience of sheer bliss in totality.
LIFE: BEAUTY: NATURE
Tulip Brook 