Foregoing other miracles

 

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Foregoing other miracles

The wren is impassioned by the flowering forsythia
Too early for this season. She is like the idea of purity
That is  pure concept, a rendering of exquisite non-meaning
She reveals the garden, so still after the storm
It is uncomprehending, dumb as my awakening
Silent but naming and handling the names, rolling them
In the green of the shade coming from the window

I want to hold on to this
It was sanctified cold fire
But I keep thinking of what things are
Which holds me to my old core-

It is never enough

Ha!
Always greedy
For  transformation.

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved

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About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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One Response to Foregoing other miracles

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    Delightful and so affirmative !

    Liked by 1 person

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