The earth laughs in flowers.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
It’s absurd, really. All this life
and death
and every breath
(howled, held)
in between. We’ve seen
too much. We know too much.
We talk too much and forget
to listen.
We take our lumps
(benign, and not)
we try our shots and hold out hungry hands
for
(hope)
something beautiful,
true blue.
Something known.
If you want, you can sit all day
under this bright sun
and mourn
the horrors
and the hours.
Me?
I’ll be a fool for poems
and flowers.
::
In April, she poems. Even when life is one big messy messy mess.
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This made my day. I love it, and will probably return to read it once more.
We do know too much.
But it is spring, and I do not want to miss it.
Thank you so much. Me, too.
I love that the title could be a command, “April” as a verb.
The whole piece is fantastic, but my favorite is your “flowers”/”flow-ers” word play, which takes the setting straight to a beatnik poetry house for me.
Thanks, Chica. Struggling today. Went to a friend’s sister’s memorial this morning (multiple cancers), while another dear friend had a double mastectomy this morning. Add a few other family life things in, and my heart is just heavy. Breathing in flowers. And flow-ers. Thanks for being here. 💙
I’m so sorry for your loss, sorrow, and heavy heart. Turn it all into art, please.
Hooray! Hooray for fools and flowers and poems!
Life is hard, and you offer your shine. Thank you.
“hold out hungry hands
for
(hope)”
Yes! And yes again! Thank you for the beautiful reminder!
Lovely, De. And what a great rhythm. ❤️