For Heather and her Sister
Petals open like small hands
the yellow fuzz of pollen
warms the centre and
while flowers
just cannot be forever
they live in generations.
Soft soil holds seed pods
in a damp embrace and
the children of flowers
are turning inside them,
green tails push against
the brown skin --
all roots begin in the dark,
while flowers end in the sun.
posted by Heather Glasgow @ Monday, February 04, 2008
5 comments
5 Comments:
Perfect! Off to sleep with tears on the back of my hands...will read to sister just before 8.00 in the morning. Thankyou for such a gift! Joy
Joy, thank you for reaching out and leaving such wonderful messages here for me to see. I wish Heather all the best. I have been thinking of the two of you, and gardens in New Zealand all day.
Change of plan; am delaying reading FHahS over telephone until your other poems arrive in the Far North tomorrow. Heather knows only that two mysterious surprises are coming. Your Collection is bound to interest and please her, and then Im hoping FHahS might be a wee miracle. Will let you know.
Heather's thrilled! Shes fascinated by your poetry, and loves it. Straight-away wants to write something herself.
Has no mains electricity at her place yet; internet is connected, but no broadband(not available) She's too sick at present to use computor, but sends BIG THANKYOU...when well enough, you will hear from her.
I wish you could see Heathers garden.
Hi Heather, found you again!
Can tell you now that I read your poem to family and friends at Heathers funeral which was on Feb 4 2013, and noticed then that it was 5 years to the day after you published the poem.
Heather died all alone (in her exquisite garden, so far away) by her own hand, leaving behind severe pain.
Your writing and creativity is very special. Thanks for all your interesting work, and for the comfort you extended to two far off strangers. xx
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