Everything Flows Poem by Maria Schmitt

Breeze across the summer grass
Morning dew drips down glass

Sorrow passes from one to the next
Moving and swirling in a new context.

Pale queen’s spirit, broken and bent
A yellow rose, petals all spent

Ice crystals form and drip from her eyes
Lonely and frozen in silence she lies.

Inky swirls and stains fill my dreams
Nothing, nothing is what it seems

Paradigm now shifted takes control
What was once new now is old.

Images that tempt me pull, unstopping,
Distracted I watch them, calling, calling

Hopes now become missed realities
Pulled away by the tides into memory.

Words form and float and affect and die
In the end only the breeze survives

Color and sound and texture combine
Pictures imagined, at last, align.