My Delinquent Bloom
by Jamie Spracklen

I have a flower that
Refuses to die with dignity.
A bloom as dark as fruitful sin
That remains delinquent to the
Babel of voices calling it
To a seasonal grave
Oblivion perhaps will
Cloud its face and
Accuse it's voice to ruin.
One day it's bloom
Will leave, but readily now
It grows occasionally to smile
In the volatile depths
Of this rowdy room of mine.

About the Author:
Jamie Spracklen lives in the U.K. and is a poet as well as editor of Visionary Tongue magazine. He can be reached at spracklenjamie@yahoo.co.uk.