Thank you !
Love your poem... forming an image in my mind's eye to meditate upon; to explore further... Enjoyed :)
Challenge accepted !
Challenge: violets, subsumed, secret, hount, lingering, lyrics
violets
I poured myself a glass
of almond milk and kept
the jug - it was one of those
nights... sweltering -
I could see my energy
dollars winging away
though tattered window
screens - a lone box
fan in the window trying
to reign them in to no
avail. Lingering in my soul
the lyrical hymn we sang
in the choir this Sabbath
day... "His eye is on the
sparrow..." and I center.
So poetry it is: I wrestle
with “Who so list to hount”
subsumed in eternal gym-
nastics, sacred not secret,
and I remember planting,
rather transplanting, violets
into a plot of ajugas and
having to abandon them -
and the import of this simple
reflection becomes a revelation
becomes clear - and the scent
of violets fills the air
7/21/2024
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