brief fleeting glimpses of perpetual clarity
days when i do nothing
but listen
moving my body in the rhythm
of nurture
i care for you and
together we grow
remembering the mirror
i’ve forgotten
wisdom matters less
than sun on skin
i break a bloom off
with one brown shoulder
a mistake to remind me
of gentle
and whisper my apology
to wind
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May 26th, 2015 at 9:29 am
Love the photo. It goes well with the soft flow of your words. Plus I am always drawn to purple flowers over any other color. 🙂
May 26th, 2015 at 10:54 am
i am much in love with this, with the brown shoulders and sun on skin, and the truth of wisdom mattering less. the wind accepts our apologies.
May 27th, 2015 at 6:06 am
Beautiful poem, Kelly. I know when I visit you here I find wisdom and beauty. Xo