wintergarden

wintergarden

is not

death

but

holy rest

before the promise

of new life

in the spring

rouge/red

il n'y a pas

des mots

pour mes rouges

ce soir...

(there are no

words

for my reds

this evening...)

   so i simply

rest

and soak them

through my skin

In response to February's "Red" poetry prompt at T S Poetry Press

what beauty is for

“And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?”

Mary Oliver

walking by a window

sunlight refracts through

antique glass

there is no time but

i pause

tilt my head

absorb perspective

***

once i pressed my lips

to the top

of your head

and breathed in

the tiny fierce

so delicate so determined to

make a move in this world

chestnut waves now

hide this monument but

i remember

***

broken open

weak and empty

but there is your

warm wordless hand

covering mine

until

i breathe

***

one man saw

water and sky and trees

reflect each other and back

but nympheas float

surely at the surface

separating illusion from

existence and

i weep

***

beauty is for learning growing loving

beauty is for living

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rebel

"If a woman rebels against high-heeled shoes,  she should take care to do it in a very smart hat."

George Bernard Shaw

...or a shock of pink hair.

my inspiration

to choose courage

Tori, then age 14

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