Thursday, January 23, 2020

New Poetry by Jean Bohuslav










Geraniums

Dry geraniums nail their way towards 
closed windows
Stems 
Leaves 
Burnt tips
No sanctuary from summer rays

Trodden red petals
meld gritty path
Bleeding aromas hang soft air

Furry chestnut spiders rent space
in dead leaves 
dried clods of earth
rusty pipes
Hiding 
Preying
Webbing frail wings
intoxicated by heat

Straggling stems snap
Remnants
Memories of
evening watering’s
drenched with love
Soil turned
Thistles plucked
Juicy stalks thrusting upward 
Fresh damp air
Buzzing mosquitoes 

Change
Always change


- Jean Bohuslav 2020


Jean Bohuslav enjoys the company of a group of creative writers on the Surf Coast, Victoria, while starting to have poems published in online magazines.  She paints and teaches philosophy and mindfulness.



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