… She knew
things aren’t always
and neither are they never …
– Chris Everson
Last year’s azalea
lives on, or dies on,
in its seed heads,
corpse of the very body that
drew attention,
still drawing attention,
now more form than colour,
but still colour,
and now more edges than curves,
now more crisp than plump,
but still full,
fully real and defiant,
testifying to the flame it was.
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That’s a beautiful Azalea, and I like the seed heads too. I have a deciduous, orange one, and its leaf buds are starting to show. Can’t wait!
Your poetry? Lovely!
On Wed, Apr 11, 2018 at 5:36 PM A Moveable Garden wrote:
> mmwm posted: ” … She knew things aren’t always and neither are they > never … – Chris Everson Last year’s azalea lives on, or dies on, in its > seed heads, corpse of the very body that drew attention, still drawing > attention, now more form than colour, but still col” >
Yes, a quick ditty.