A Matter for My Own Heart to Resolve

If my flower-and-bird painting–which I left on the wall even after you returned
from the flower show–was in any way heartless, then I certainly do apologize.
I was thinking of taking off (on a short flight, or a long one) the whole time
you were here, when I should have been thinking of nothing but the experience
of fragrance, how not to generate a mood of oppression. Tell me: Has the season passed?
Am I now left to be my own teacher, pressing for explanation, walking dead flowers
from one room to another, remembering when I still believed I had the power to fly?

 

Prompts: Poetic Asides (take off), NaPoWriMo (long lines — which I know before even hitting “publish” will not display well here), and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Sen No Rikyu’s poems about tea).

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19 thoughts on “A Matter for My Own Heart to Resolve

  1. Heehee. I DO see what your “blog limitation” was, Marilyn. I had the same problem. Had to keep changing words out for shorter ones. 😉

    I love the voice in this, especially:
    Tell me: Has the season passed?

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