Colors of Dust- old poems by Anne Selden Annab: writing

Friday, January 21, 2022

Write Lightly

        Write lightly
        as the wildflowers do,
        becoming
        their own bouquets:
        The land a lovely lady
        so delicate,
        step closely to the earth
        ankles touched by bloom
        and eyes downcast, delight
        little blue bloom
        cradles a star flicker.

        Red poppies with
        papery purpose
        daze the heart
        as they cluster
        like congregations
        to singe the air
        with brilliant
        fresh blood
        flame red
        soft petal.

        I am in silk
        inspired by
        the small flowers
        touched by
        their gentle
        tenaciousness,
        tucked into rocks
        everywhere
        and flowing out
        into fields.

        They are of every hue
        though the wild mustard
        shouts and sways
        and seems to push
        all else aside
        with it's flamboyance.

        But the it’s
        the little bouquets
        found everywhere
        underfoot,
        splays of delight,
        that catch my eye.
        Floral mosaics.

        Everywhere
        there is garden
        herb and flower flourish-
        a brief enchantment
        in a desert land
        that soon enough
        will be all browns
        brushed with bare earth.

Published- Poets Paper, Summer 1998 Issue, Anderie Poetry Press

Script

       What the flowers write
       in fragile form
       spelled into shape-
       stem stalk swim
       in the Arabian breeze,
       become
       the odd squiggles
       found woven
       in formal rugs
       and flow with symmetry
       into the classical script
       of scribes.

       Calligraphy is arabesque
       and the script itself shifts,
       its characters embellished
       and burgeoning
       into geometric patterns,
       strong rhythms
       usurping words.

       A Garden
       is the echo of paradise,
       emphasizing seclusion
           introversion
       The central fountain
       like self

       reflecting.