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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3651 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Grace in Bloom Michelle Jane Garvin My darling, let me see you as the Spring, a sapphire gleam alight in dancing eyes reflecting this bouquet my rough hands bring, a picture held to breast before good-byes. In colors of our love, these flowers sing; each blue and white and red are notes that rise above approaching drums and parting’s sting. As men must do, I take a stand on ground where noble aims and bullets trigger Hell. On either side their fallen bodies mound; I find my strength in thoughts of your farewell. I cannot hold the sun in cloudless skies. The petals drop as victims of time’s spell; I’ll save them Bible-bound before demise. I feel another winter in the air like arctic reinforcements armed in gloom. My body’s numb, I teeter toward despair. Your image is my hearth - a fire in bloom. I bolt awake from dreaming that you fell; I cannot bare my life without you there. Oh God, please bring him home alive and well. I’m pierced with searing pain of twisted lead; she kneels with spring’s bouquet and holds my head. A thousand times each day, I plead in prayer and turn the page where blooms and hope are wed, affirming that you‘re in His blossomed care. I see him limping home; I run, arms spread. He carries flowers: blue and white and red. (Double enclosed sonnet inspired by Gauguin 1896 Bouquet of Flowers} |
