Existence

Existence
A function of language

To bring a flower forward
from thought

description
matters as nothing else

does
Pictures now

can be fake
and who trusts 

that all is as it appears
But add the precision of color words

Talk to us of
the threaded ridges of

the stem and the way
its damaged green sticks

in the nostrils
peppery and stiff

lasting after the bloom
is taken away 

and thus it exists
for you as no picture could

With 1000 words
or 100 

in your ear
before your eyes

easy to say
there was a flower

It was without doubt
real

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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