“Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.” ~ Walt Whitman
The line above is not directly related to the poem that follows, but Kerry shared it, and the words stayed with me. I found myself wishing, So mote it be! For we all know that neither wishes nor prayers can come true, if enough people don’t stand behind them… believing them into reality. I wish we always remember the lessons, and forget what urges us to destroy each other.
“Skin to Leaf”
I grow peace in the purple sweet of lavender, in hardy roots that find power in their home soil, in bee-kissed blooms that scent cloud and sky. I sing of birthing green, of filling bellies, of calming dreams. I touch my cheek to a lavender sprig… and skin-to-leaf, we share our wants and needs. I chant to them of foresting stories in the soothing dark, plants hum to me of seeds in the sun and of rain in the night. I grow peace in the purple sweet of lavender, resting in scent, in color, in life.
soothe me gently, herb,
and I shall spring you stories
of blossoming dark
the wee notes…
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (the Sisters Death and Night – Micro Poetry, Sanaa’s Prompt Nights (Rest is the sweet sauce of labor), and Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 307).
– So mote it be: “so may it be” or “so it is required” or “so must it be”, similar to “amen”.
a post-surgery gift from my Piano Man
(that man knows me so well)