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Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Shield Me From Pointing Fingers...With Flowers






Nourish me with lines;
With wine of ink-drops
Swirled
To scenes unseen
Save in a world
Tucked between
Two covers
When dark blue sequined depth
Enshrouds
And muffles the loud
Dust-clouds
Of jilted joy
And star-struck lovers 

Dawn yawns,
Shakes loose the fabric of new day,
Pink gauze spawns
A sea of gold and gray
Ripples;
Sets come-what-may
At large,
Where sails the barge
That bears the soul within;
Mortality and immortality
Juxtaposed
 Beneath skin

Shield me from pointing fingers
With flowers;
Bowers spilling
 Petal-plush flesh
Dripping fresh  
From God’s brush
In spite of hate
Bent on looting
Uprooting
And refuting
Unalterable fact
While all the while
Birds sing,
Flowers smile and
God’s love abides
Intact

© Janet Martin

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