Friday, March 28, 2014

So Should You Be (Poem 362)

When heaven's heavy air 
is jade, so should you be.
Desire, in a mightier soul
of constellated stars, 
hushes the liquescent
flame cut from gardens,
dripping with wisteria,
at their most verdant.
Oh, take away that map 
within—it learned to lie 
to me. Instead, wrap up 
your gratitude, and
watch the morning bloom,
then whisper, after dark
tonight, of the honor 
in beauty's name: 
A poet selling words 
of delight and ennui for 
hours in the blinding veils 
of deep blue desert twilight.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

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