Lucky

Lucky

Pink jasmine blooms waft, exhaling sweetness
White creases in the folds reminiscent of crinkled paper
After a poet attempts at inspiration to no avail
The artist decides those images are useless doodle
The petals transform angst into romance

Suddenly creation flows effortlessly
Just as the lover takes her hand and everything fits
The jasmine keeps growing despite doubt and fear
Letting the raindrops fall, drenching it in wet love
Never knowing when the next shower will come

A garden of selfless growth, as the lover plucks her tears
Bugs kill its leaves, munching away at the stems
Appreciating the mud and pruning, it smiles
Relief is evident in surrendering pain of future woes
Distant from the time that will be is the jasmine

Simply returning poetic mercy, fragrance oozing from petals
Like whipped cream on a hot fudge sundae
Just the beginning of indulgent desserts to come

[Spring 2007]