Hike with me through this field of prayer,
through mudflats and iron foot,
the eulogy deep and dried passion fruit,
the salt of columbine, a terrain of frenzy,
lacewing and the yellow mollies of spring,
milk and milk thistle, a porcelain of words.
Hike with me past the girth of oak,
the prayer tree of Cambodia, the field of glories
behind the back forty no one touches.
Share with me wild onion, mint,
dandelion leaves and acorn meat,
the edible leaves of the Acacia.
The storm will pass. The forest will replenish.
Rivers will not run dry. Nor will they shrink.
Hike with me five years from now. Share
my bounty anytime. The eulogy premature,
prayer alive in flower and grass, blossom
and honey bee, a porcelain of words.
| Copyright © 2022 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
Masterful, the enchantment of the field sanctified by your adroit droppings of words associated with church services: prayer, eulogy, passion, porcelain, words,glories, and then their repeats.
ReplyDeleteOne of the reasons I really like you as an editor is your interesting insights into my work. What makes this piece interesting to me is how it is hopeful of the earth recovering itself and life thrives. Partnering it with International Falls, Minnesota https://moristotle.blogspot.com/2022/03/all-over-place-international-falls.html
Deletefrom last week is perfect. That poem was decrying the end of the world--climate change had begun its reign of mass extinction.
Brilliance on your part!
Oh, sir! I cannot claim credit. A daemon speaks for me, as (I realized only this morning while cogitating your fecundity) a daemon must speak for you too!
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