Saturday, January 30, 2010

Dear Penelope,

Enclosed please find a poem i wrote for the salon ladies.
we four.
blooms entwined in a common grace.

we patterned, composed
and one of a kind.

sometimes synchronous and
never too far afield-

measured this season's mystery
with divine appointment,

met coincidence no more,
as we bent with breeze
and bowed with rain-

flourished in each sun,
rise up
baked with fragrance

we delectable, we inscrutible four
marveled in secret our inmost

with a hush and downturned smile
stamped crumbs off the plate.

2 comments:

pen said...

*wild applause*

1. you wrote! and 2. i love it. i wish that i were a bloom.

mendacious said...

that is JUST what i needed to hear. i knew youd understand. no one else did. :0

also, you are totally in bloom. i only hang out with gorgeous flowers.