For teaching me of unknown paths
For hinting to me of fogs at feet
For reminding me of sunrise tea
For showing me both ink stain and light rain
For simply savoring the simple life
For illustrating the service of the eremite
For singing to paulownia blossoms
For dancing with loneliness
For sculpting sorrow and joy
For nights in caves
For ragged cloths pulled tight against
the biting, bitter frosts
For wondering at tiger tracks
and losing foods to monkey packs
For hunger days
and thirst nights.
For solace found in the brethren-free,
high mountain, echoless and grand...Lonely...
For smiling to passing clouds
For bowing to bent bamboo
For conversing with berries
For chorusing with birds
For sitting at the feet of pebbles
For asking deep of puddles
For taking advice of flocks,
both goats and geese. (And gnats, as well.)
For taking as their audience
the empty Valley
the midnight Sun
the empty bowl
and the passing breeze
I wish to not ever visit
each and every hermit.
Not ever.
Not ever.
Forever.
No, never.
Categories:
paulownia, nature,
Form: Free verse
Forever etched within the meadows of my mind you stood silent in wait of me
amid the flowering Lithrope, snuggled deep beside ornamental irons, I did watch
only to find your eyes waver fearful a passerby may intrude upon your pounding heart
I must be courageous in God's glorious garden or forever be hollow and set aside
The sun and breeze kiss a Paulownia tree sending the leaves lovingly onto my path
crushing phlox and coneflowers beneath my feet I muster courage ambling forward
to meet the most beloved creature I've ever beheld, the same I seek forgiveness from
" I love you please allow time to know me further than empty words on a screen"
Judy Konos
8/30/15
Sense of Touch contest
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Central Park Manhattan, New York City
Opened in 1857 on 778 acres
Categories:
paulownia, life,
Form: Free verse