Every day is folded around
A soft center, fragrant with heaven.
To unwrap that moment
Carefully peeling back
The petals of every-day routine
To find this nougat of wisdom
Is the poet's work.
Today it may be
A sulfur flitting across my path,
Brushing my cheek by accident.
Tomorrow it might be
Bark of a crepe myrtle
Curling at the foot of the tree
As it outgrows this year's skin.
Or tears of a child in pain
Kissing my hand
As I carefully unwind bandages
Over her burns,
the only wild bouquet
She has received in the war zone
Of her hard life.
This poem had its genesis in a very compassionate heart. I love the little girl for the strength of her fragility.10/10. Warm wishes, Sandra
Life is a war zone that we fight everyday. This poem touches me because I can actually identify with most of it. Thank you for sharing. A 10+++++ Love & hugs, Barbara
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This heartfelt, piece conveys the sheer power of the written word with all the subtlety and beauty of an accomplished poet. From the magnificent title to the poignant closing lines, this work of art will linger on in the reader's heart long after leaving the page. S :)