Petit Four 14: Darlings in the Garden

for a girl I once knew and know no more. MB rest at last

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–ECW

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Petit Four 2: A Love Poem for My Darling

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These poems have been a bright challenge to enclose an idea in six small lines. I am normally a long winded rambler, but I have needed to step back and reevaluate how I communicate and where I take the stides.

Hope you love them!

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Poem 82 Revised

Come crawl the window-still between the beams
Of light and night. Whip curtains to the sun
With stunts of crooked weaves and leaves, for now.
Rest. For now, be free to seize the grass roots
And soak their light, tonight your tender heart
Unfolds fern hands against a garden rod
Embrace the sod between toes and fingers
What tinkers there, meant for no mere mortal.
Spin reeds from weeds, button seeds in the earth
And know how the loom rows in the darkness.
No more cancer, no more cures. Your words are
Palms beneath mountains shoving them to peak
We speak of greatness from the ground what sound
Your soul that sows your linger’d love to life.
—ECW