By Eva García-mayers
The Flower of Thought: A dark petal of memory, wet roots— A body rests against time. A loosening grace— withered and soft bruises blooming like clay soothed into water. Half-made phrases dot the soil. Winter slips away into nothingness— smiles and teardrops drift, the sweet words of song ring. Shining crows paint mean black rivers into the soil. A window glares against falling snow. Long-lost faces drip into the flat fields where I collect some of your warmer colors into bouquets of quiet drunken brightness, loneliness trailing my cautious steps into the ebbing shadows.
This poem is by Eva García-mayers. I am grateful to her for many inspiring writing sessions in Zoom and in parks and public spaces of San Diego. She graciously gave permission to post some of her texts on this site.
I am hoping to be able to post more texts by other writers and poets on this blog. Texts by friends from writing groups. Texts that speak to me. And I am hoping: will to you …
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How beautiful… thanks for sharing, Mat!
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