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The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - THE BEAUTY OF THIS STORM (SANDY)

THE BEAUTY OF THIS STORM (SANDY)

by

Philip Claude Andermann

The storm is a white rose from space...
A flower says more than lips can.
Winter says spring and flowers wait ahead.
Trees become upside down roots
trampled by same winds which danced the flower waves.
The white petals whip skin
but then look like princess skin,
of twinkling gems.
The cold bites like the teeth of icicles,
and we retreat to the resonant cavern of stalagmites.
Everywhere crystals glisten like eyes opening
the way to the fractal-echo soul.
Feelings are frozen and we must unite.
The storm has swept me off my feet more than a woman -
but I RISE.
Tears only glisten the flower within
like jewels of dew magnifying beauty.

I AM THE BURIED SEED WHICH YET CONTAINS THE FLOWER!!
Any fear fears me.
I will offer that first flower
which creates spring's advent
as the sun emerges
its symphony
from the womb of earth.

I am FOREVER the seed of the flower within.
The flower offers pink skins
of infinite sky -
is a dimple of beauty,
rippling from the earth,
splashing its fragrance
into your face...

I am the seed,
the eye of the storm-flower.
If someone is the storm in a smile,
I am always the smile in the storm,
at your fragrance.


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