My eyes melt - Louise Vella

My eyes melt

with the incongruence of flowers

stringing in pairs

and threes

washed by the night rain

glad to be singing lofty notes

in cloud-clad skies.

I wish to cry

mother,

I wish to cry in gulps

swallowing air like drowning

fall in a heap, motionless,

devoid of meaning.

My eyes swell

for freedom, watching the bright lights

extinguish the fickle flames

I had nurtured so well,

caring for sparks as a mother her child

I gave them my all –

still, they were too small

to blaze across continents

bound by the confines of the lights

bound by the ropes I strung myself.

I want to melt

with the urgency of the flowers

blooming for nobody but themselves

living on the edge of life and death, knowing

their potency won’t last

but budding anyway,

each bulb harnessing ancient potential

portals to planets of smells

creating for the sole sake of creation,

to fulfil their purpose in life.

I want to melt with the flowers

I want to unite with the frailty

of myself.

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Louise Vella (born 1991) Malta

Source: Notebook: louise's pieces