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poems of natural rippleby julia kiaer
cover photo by julia kiaer
to:
the self I get to be in this moment
the self I get to be in this moment
many thanks and acknowledgements to:
everyone who has read these poems and offered their thoughts
liz, who structured my craft of poetry
the people and places who have inspired these poems
everyone who has read these poems and offered their thoughts
liz, who structured my craft of poetry
the people and places who have inspired these poems
Table of Contents
I. Peonies Grow...
II. Gallery 201
III. Tarnished of Love
IV. A Therapy of Sorts
V. Our Shakespeare Garden
II. Gallery 201
III. Tarnished of Love
IV. A Therapy of Sorts
V. Our Shakespeare Garden
Peonies Grow...
after "I Died for Beauty but was Scarce" by Emily Dickinson
after "I Died for Beauty but was Scarce" by Emily Dickinson
Peonies grow from my ears in the Spring
The daffodils dance in my hair
Bees chat away — but all they can say
Are Truths I’d rather not hear
They taunted softly, “Summer is ending — your freckles are fading”
“Oh really? I’ve thrown out my mirrors”
“That Beauty is lost then”
“The Beauty of Time?” —“No,” they replied
It’s the Beauty I hold in my blossoms —
That bud and wilt with the fall of the seasons
Whisping away on the coming of fall
Flowers returning — only once I’ve forgotten their Truths —
The daffodils dance in my hair
Bees chat away — but all they can say
Are Truths I’d rather not hear
They taunted softly, “Summer is ending — your freckles are fading”
“Oh really? I’ve thrown out my mirrors”
“That Beauty is lost then”
“The Beauty of Time?” —“No,” they replied
It’s the Beauty I hold in my blossoms —
That bud and wilt with the fall of the seasons
Whisping away on the coming of fall
Flowers returning — only once I’ve forgotten their Truths —