To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Still Life With Finger Bowl And Flowers
paper flowers on a saucered sea
so sacrosanct to me-
I watch you furling your small sails
it's hard for you, being paper
to bloom there in my grandmother's
crystal finger bowl.
a little daring, even, impossible, but anyway,
you do, corollas of the party favors, leftovers from the festivities.
I am paper too.
having lived in this somehow
for so long or in cardboard imaginary play houses
painted with tempara shutters, doors
opening onto the storybooked
I have become paper thoroughly
this paradox paradisical
of floating as if somehow real
precariously on the surface of what
could dissolve us
mary angela douglas 2 october 2013;25 november 2014; rev. 21 february 2015