A Meditation in Willow and Brass

A Beloved Friend

A woman’s curves 

Found in antique Persian brass

A rare acquisition 

Since giving away in divorce

Nearly every talisman 

Of my seventy years

A gift of newly budded p***y willow

Artificial of course

But amazingly real, reminiscent

Of  childhood meditations 

And wonder

Amongst reeds and dragonflies

Snapping trout

At our little pond’s shores

They will not stand erect, arranged

But flop in abandon

From my fingertips

The vessel’s mouth to what

Imagined treasures of old

Just a little too wide of arc

No longer frustrated

I give gentle occasional shakes

They fall anew

Into patterns never to repeat

A child’s scribble?

My signature from gurney

Signing detox papers?

Simply the beauty of chaos

The Creator gifted us

Now more beloved

Than any art

My ever changing runes 

Of p***y willow

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work...Beautiful painting of words.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Truly beautiful I love this it’s exquisite! I’m not joking

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you, Really. Gosh I think I just finished writing it an hour or so ago.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Ok well you did well here