You may or may not have noticed my radio silence hear at the blog over the last few months. Well, I’m back after having to focus all my time on recovery after a mental emotional collapse back in December, some major shifts and changes in getting the new St. Francis Emmaus Center up and running, and finishing the manuscript for my second book. All the other scribbling I’ve been doing has mostly come out in poems and drawings.
But I’m back! And I am celebrating with a poem and free mandala drawing I created to go with it, so you can color your little hearts out! It’s not perfect and the scan might be little weird, but I promise, it’s really, really pretty when colored!
It’s good to be back, friends! I do hope you’ll come back with me!
“In Regard to the Flowers”
If we are at all to take ourselves seriously about the flowers,
I believe they should all begin with a round center
that is deep gold and filled with pollen
that shakes loose and sticks to your nose
when you lean in close to sniff,
which you will because it will charm you so
that you will not care if it causes you to sneeze
and rub your eyes the rest of the afternoon.
Yes, if we are to be serious about the flowers,
their petals should be all and only one variety
of the elongated oval type–single or multiple layers
acceptable as long as their remains a certain symmetry
in their circumference and arrangement.
There should be a pleasant scent, but ethereal,
not thick and heady like too much perfume
in a crowded elevator.
Their sahe should remain in the family of pink,
from darkish to paler to barely pink at all,
but resolutely on the prismatic spectrum of pink.
Yes, serious flowers with golden centers and
pink symmetrical petals
that bloom in a slow unfolding and
stay unfolded until those petals
brown lightly, wither, and
drop one by one from the stem.
Their stems should be strong and sturdy,
not slim and bent with the weight of their lovely charge,
and there should be no thorns, what a careless invention–thorns!
They should drink from a vase and be dignified
about their being cut and brought inside,
not turning slimy and shriveling with resentment.
Yes, this is as it must be if we are at all
to take ourselves seriously about the flowers.
Except now I am quite sure these words
have gone on too long and become tiresome,
because, you see, flowers, like clouds
and birds and teenaged kisses,
are not to be taken seriously at all.
For if they are, we might find ourselves
in a world deviod of whimsy where
golden pollen tickling our noses
is only the source of terribly unpleasant sneeze.