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
replaces words–

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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