Delta Violets
Gray skies
pushing downward
pressing
against me
weighting my world
weighting my world
like concrete dust
February violets
pushing up
beside the sidewalk
a flicker of
color, a sweet
breath
Gray unzips,
loosing rain
held captive by
chain link clouds
now thrown down
to earth
Pounded, buffeted
I dissolve
melting, flowing
into puddles
storm drains carrying me
downriver
toward the delta
Willingly
I sink
under,
water closing
overhead
Peace is a
death metaphor
designed by poets
who have never
scrambled
for air
Delta violets
save me,
cushioning my fall
into the deeps
lifting me
to the light.
HC
2-10-2010
1 comment:
Oh, I like that, Holly! Lovely poem, and a great photo! You must have been lying down in the wet to get that!
I can join you in the emotions expressed in your poem - it really resonated with me. thank you!
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