A Small Grace
With inspiration from Zuñiga’s “Everything is Going to be Amazing.” Poetry, Day Thirteen.
Come along now, didn’t you know yet we were going
Into this wide world field, we are picking wildflowers,
Shy child in every shade and size we can find. We will
Not worry about names, hellos first, introductions later,
Our arms will grow heavy but glad of the company,
Bright, shining petals tickling our cheeks as we carry
Our finds home. We will spill our treasures upon
The kitchen table, divide them into happy laughing
Bouquets, tie our posies in ribbons, hopes tinted
Turquoise and gold, we will find serenity in the flurry
Of our grateful, nimble fingers.
Once we have finished this afternoon’s worthy quest,
We will knock upon each door, proffering our humble
Beauties, to all who greet us there.
We will show our face at every doorstep.
We will not miss a single home.
We will offer these blossoms
If we have to rap to be heard twice.
We will offer them to those who opened
Their arms to hold us close to them
We will offer them to those who wished
Us nothing but a life of ill-luck.
We will offer them to souls whom their hands
were empty, their ears listened and heard.
We will offer them to those not realizing their own
Plenty, who want more, have yet learned how to give.
We will offer flowers to souls who love us without bounds.
We will offer flowers to souls who mean us constant harm.
We will extend our arms out with our posies are healing
And amends, until every single stem, leaf and has left
Our amiable hands. Until we have nothing left
Of ourselves, save joy, to surrender, and that, too
We release from within our hold, gladly.
About the Creator
Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)
Poet Organizer of Phynnecabulary and Co-Director at the Poetry Global Network. Has too many cats and dogs a-plenty. Enjoys karaoke way too much. https://linktr.ee/phynnebelle/
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