‘In A Flower’, ‘O Orifice!’ & ‘A Conundrum’
Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, Door Is A Jar, The Phoenix, and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet.
in a flower
in a flower I see creation
seeds, making of seeds
love, cohabitation
a spell, a wonder
Each pollen-grain is soaked in love!
as a feminine it has a pistil
in the center
with stigma, style and ovary
O delicate points!
stigma with a sticky knob
hugging a long tube – style
and it leads to ovary – a bed
for ovules - female eggs
A wonder in a small thing!
the male parts – stamens surround
the pistil – holding his love
stamens are with anther and filament
as a male organ anther produces pollen
the male reproductive cells
and the filament holds the anther up
Love is in nature!
male reproductive cells travel down the tube
and join with ovule
Creation is eternal! Hurrah!
Hey, fertilization begins
seeds are formed
then fructification
I enjoy the resilience!
petals attract pollinators
bees, butterflies, bats
below the petals
we see sepals – as the base
holding the bud
A billet-doux in the Existence!
Howdy, in a flower I see a male
a female
a perfect blend
of male and female
the seed, the fruit
creation, expansion and decay
then the creation again
A bud – a bed of mysteries!
a cycle, a circle
blooming…decay…
at the bottom I listen to the voice
of my soul - a song for rising up…
A petal – a playground for miracles!
a flower – an album
of pristine paintings
drenched in love
O flower, I’m in you & you’re in me!
O orifice!
for imprisoning shrieks and shrills
& for sacrificing innocence
at the altars of their ambitions
war-lords have constructed dark cells
they closed all the windows and doors
for stopping free air from wilderness,
they closed all the ventilators
for stopping pieces of light
entering dark cells inside
but they forgot
to fill up an orifice on a wall
then some voices come out
then some shrieks came out
O orifice! You’re the vulva
for the release of a new civilization
that as a seed is waking furiously
inside the crevices of old rocks
O orifice! You invite the sun-shine
for a luxuriant kiss,
through this a new love-lore will come out
and it will roam on beaches
in full-moon nights
O orifice! You may not break dark cells
but you’ll send voices
on the wings of roaring winds
O orifice! In your heart, I’m going to compose
a new dream for all the suppressed souls.
a conundrum
I find a cocoon around words in my throat
I try to tear it & behold the mesmerizing glaze
of a beauty just came out a veil
of itchy dust of centuries
sometimes I feel the world outside
as the matter inside the egg feels
the cozy heat of the mother bird
sometimes I feel throbs inside
as the bird feels a future in the egg
a hope for flight in the open sky
with all its centrifugal and centripetal – pulls
& pushes a word comes on my tongue
from the heart to tongue
a journey of many worlds
a continuous dialogue between
the dead and the living,
as a bunch of flowers on a tomb
dead centuries are residing inside words,
sometimes rising as a Phoenix
chirping in the coils of mind
& clinking in the cells as the centriole
as an architect engaged in experimentation
for building new castle
I see the dead passing through
the courtyards with all the audacity
I try to farewell the dead centuries
then my castle will be free from curse
then my poetry will spread a genuine smile
on the tapestry of innocent beauty
but all the time a conundrum of the past
with a different name strikes in my throat
as a lump of phlegm, a civilization in pneumonia.
O.P. Jha’s works appeared in more than one hundred journals including Rigorous, Mantis, In Parentheses, Shot Glass, Odessa Collective, Backchannels, Poetry Pacific, Five Fleas, miniMag, Iceblink, Infinite Scroll, The Rome Review, Kelp, pulplit, etc. His poems are in anthologies "We were Seeds" and "We are Resilient".
