Evolution God


O world
And so various
How refined
Your ideas
Brought to definition
In the womb of you!
How perfect
The journey of a flower
In generations’ wandering
And expression.
How fitted this now
In which the blossoms
Burgeon at the lip
Of times curvature.
How right the polyps
Of your creation,
And forever
In your name.


Copyright 2016 Ben Truesdale & distilledvoice






Blousy white
and as pure as skin
silken and finely woven
from a pure thought
the flower bleeds
jasmin scent
as the purfume bleeds
its distillate
and blossoming
is mind and body
arriving to the flush
of a sweet capturing
mood, alight
the breath of being
and the forceful pulse
Of the procreational moon.


© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice