a flower rare and delicate he seemed, <br />and yet a tree. <br />a gentle fragrant breeze, and yet <br />the wind. <br />to imagine him in any city <br />didn't seem to fit and yet he <br />wore the scars of many battles there. <br /> <br />a soul as soft as pillows made of <br />finest eider down. <br />a mind as crisp as any <br />winter morn. <br />he seemed a kindred melody, <br />i almost knew the words. <br />tho i'd never heard them, i could sing along. <br /> <br />a blatant understatement, with a sense of <br />the absurd. <br />a paradox within a paradigm. <br />a softly spoken bit of prose <br />or poetry is he <br />yet he never quite discloses how he feels.<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flower-rare/
