Thursday, October 14, 2021

To God My Father On the Subject of Poets, Poetic Language

star we say

trying to elaborate on Your themes

flower we whisper ecstatically

or tree, bending low in the wind

we sway too in our naming Yours again

like children finding words for the orange 

as its trickling down our chins

and feeling we have made such marvelous discoveries

without You where would all language be

and to whom would we repeat 

the phrases of felicity

that could not breathe without you?

mary angela douglas 15 october 2021

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