I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
Dig me………………
no
.
deeper,
darling
My best is kept
by cover
in quiet
Dirtformed;
Informed…
what shape the sun
should
hue me
what scent the rain should
gild
me
what love
the air
should
Grow. ME.
what
given —
mY
best me
hidden
To see:
Dig
Me, deeper
+Keeper
Summer came shimming up, shooing, shamming
shining up;
humming
hopping
hashing up
my fragrant true
Tell my zig,
my simple do tell
I am not
When shining high
High in blades of verdant limbo
Carry well your bushy pride
Summer came shimming, shooing, shamming
Clamor on my cheek of chill
Reach in deep and find a charm
A charm of cane
Of cane and purple
Humming and hopping
my fragrant true
I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
it’s
on
me
— all in my hair
time
under
the weeping willow
put it there
you brushed yours off so easily;
mine seemed to stick, a little
wisteria
Misteria
your fragrance
rapt
me tight
and hurled me
far
beyond the garden’s edge
a Siren scent
awaits
beyond that gate
don’t tell
me you can’t hear the
smell
..that detours us to eden
what if i become a rose
when i fade
can the fading precede the rosing
i pray
i want to be a rose someday
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