WORIMI MONDAYS, Crazy I Know!

Imagine if we could channel all the energy expended in judging other people harshly into learning, appreciating & loving life, caring, creativity, and coming up with collaborative solutions."
~ Brigid Russell #spacesforlistening

By Fanny Howe


“Tapestry”


The ruin we made of our garden

Is confusing even today.

Seven trees times three

Planted for the first children

Now dread covered.


Bastards I could never have lived with

Occupy that land today.


My love cried when it lost

Its place of rest.


It died for me. It died for us.


Gray apples, a rotten bone.

Love and time that sucked on them.


Water draws strength from stones

And tries to move them

And this way prevent erosion

Of something deeper down

That supports them all.


We should have watered more.

Or bought more hydrangea

To decorate the groundswell

Before the great flood


Of warriors and moneymen.

 

From issue no. 219 (Winter 2016) 

Paris Poetry Review

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