For the Broken
I threw an apple core skyward
to see if it would reach the moon.
It fell into a field of wild roses,
which were eventually cut and posed
In a vase centered on a table
set with blue dragon cups.
Apple cores, cut flowers, porcelain tea cups:
a conscious choice between wonder and wonderful.
When poetry no longer mends
what has so long been broken,
Unsullied moonlight shining on a field of roses
Stanzas tossed skyward
singe roses clean of thorns.
About the Poet:
Laurie Kuntz recently retired after 30 years of teaching. She is now a film producer. Her experiences living in Asia and working with displaced people are reflected in much of her work.
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