| goodbye, little narcissus, always staring at your own reflection feigning humility to flatter yourself queen of subtle misdirection you think that you're better than all of the weeds yet you need us, for we make you feel dearer; cradled our envy you can hide your misdeeds - leaves you more time to gaze in the mirror. your selfish pursuit of your hedonistic desires leaves one with little to respect each week you're out building new leafy empires leaving old ones to fall to neglect. you shimmering mirage, you unknowing illusion beauty without does not equal beauty within you invite all the world to share your delusions but as any botanist knows, you're poison. so send out your pollen and call all your bees greet them warmly, pretend they're your friends revel in their affections 'til you've found your release then forsake them when it gets cold again. just know that this poison sumac won't pine your silence states we have nothing to discuss i prefer the modest elegance of ivy and vines goodbye, little narcissus. |
notes:
the poem is from a poison sumac to a narcissus flower at the end of the season. two fun facts about the narcissus:
socrates called this plant the 'chaplet of the infernal gods,' because of its narcotic effects. An extract of the bulbs,
when applied to open wounds, has produced staggering, numbness of the whole nervous system and paralysis of
the heart.
the bulbs of n. poeticus (linn.), the POET'S NARCISSUS, are more dangerous than those of the daffodil, being
powerfully emetic and irritant. The scent of the flowers is deleterious, if they are present in any quantity in a closed
room, producing in some persons headache and even vomiting.
both courtesy of www.botanical.com
the poem is from a poison sumac to a narcissus flower at the end of the season. two fun facts about the narcissus:
socrates called this plant the 'chaplet of the infernal gods,' because of its narcotic effects. An extract of the bulbs,
when applied to open wounds, has produced staggering, numbness of the whole nervous system and paralysis of
the heart.
the bulbs of n. poeticus (linn.), the POET'S NARCISSUS, are more dangerous than those of the daffodil, being
powerfully emetic and irritant. The scent of the flowers is deleterious, if they are present in any quantity in a closed
room, producing in some persons headache and even vomiting.
both courtesy of www.botanical.com
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the pattern this poison sumac has created on this
shed in dunleavy stock yards is one of the loveliest
things i've ever seen
shed in dunleavy stock yards is one of the loveliest
things i've ever seen
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