My poem today for Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge responds to all three works of art.
All the Strands Carried, Come Together and Dissolve
The talking heads talk, on TV screens
and from online streams, pontificate and remonstrate
elucidate, and then negate—
but flowers do not wait
for thoughts and prayers, the analysis of fools’ blares.
Unaware of blithering-blather, the slathering lather
of rabid madness—
feeling neither hope nor sadness,
they simply do
until they’re through.
And, I am born, as are you–
in their petal-dust, scattered or buried,
river-ferried or eagle-carried,
or by winds and air brought here—again,
then on a sigh, we’re here to live until we die,
and nourish once more the flowers that grow
with a wave to bees, a waltz for trees—
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