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Click hereThe Wisdom of the Heart
sits to my left not right,
perhaps inappropriately,
but Henry Miller is sinistral
here though not unwise.
My wisdom is sitting nowhere
uncentered, snowflake swirled
or ground fallen.
Perhaps it will peek
up again crocus-like
when spring breaks
somewhat later in this town,
April being not a cruel month;
just days knitting my unravelled petals
back together,
looking for a green bench,
momentarily empty,
but with enough slanted sunlight
to bloom.
[Continued from comments after Anew--the first one]
A vision begins to form / the calm after-storm recovery / this unraveled growing new form / while resting / now the beauty
of Angeline's art / sits more easily / my admiring breast / as form and meaning freely weave their welcome spell / and am am wel-prepared for Anew III / / /
Springtime theme ~ flowers blooming ~ a green bench to enjoy the day.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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peeking through the words. I am still absorbing the depth of this one. Left handed or no, it's a wonderful caligraphy. Well done.
jim : )