PULSATING FLOWERS

so define me 

now you know 

the nature of my ways. 

understand me 

somehow, slow- 

love is more, than what it says: 

frequent pulsating flowers, 

pollening my hands and inky breath; 

softening, those quiet hours 

through life and death. 

close-ups and downs 

that fit together, 

challenging the bounds 

in bonds that stretch forever: 

postures in sounds 

and elemental words 

of surprise and wit- 

found in tea leaf grounds 

that make reluctant lovers 

come to it. 

Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

His poetry has been published in over 200 publications worldwide including: The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; and Dissident Voice. You can find him on Twitter at: @StriderPoet.

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