Of Petals and Padlocks

Violet autumn
like a fire hazard

The hues and moods
of trees and leaves

released from branches
by the dozen

gliding through
a sighing breeze
to kiss the gentle waters

Purple pulsing dot
behind your eyes
after bleeding into the morning rays

View of the boiling inferno
bobbing around in the sky

of experiences

Dots on a board
wildly connected

and the shaman ducks
lined up
on the flotsam

sneezing their way
toward oblivion

or is that just
a quack
heralding annihilation?

Consider all elements
in gratitude

Even the moon has
a poison pill
stationed at its galactic sore

and the sun will damn well
blind any fool
who forgets how to dance
after they’ve mastered
the art of falling

So I will stand here
as long as it takes
to catch a gift
from the maple heart
and blessed be
the plague of grackles
who come to join
the syrupy wait

Love is the key
and there are
several ways
to pick the lock
but only one true fit

hear the click
of my legacy
and reposing laurels

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.