The atrium
heart's chamber
hothouse and glasshouse
nestles two
no-longer-seedlings
sleeping
altering
on its altar
as auricles
listen and divine
the cipher of rain
the flight patterns
of his breath
the venous transport
of her blood
from root
to new green leaf.
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Love this!
Posted by: Christa Jessico | Sunday, July 10, 2005 at 02:58 PM
Oh, very lovely. This and the previous one, too. Looks like you'll have a book's worth soon...
Posted by: maria | Sunday, July 10, 2005 at 04:09 PM
this sounds very promising.
Posted by: susurra | Sunday, July 10, 2005 at 08:35 PM
Thanks, all.
As for the inspiration, we'll just have to see...
Posted by: leslee | Sunday, July 10, 2005 at 10:32 PM
A lot of beautiful growth here!
Posted by: Peter | Monday, July 11, 2005 at 12:18 AM
I'm in the Cardiac ICU while reading this and hoping that this lovely poem reaches my little charges and their injured/backwards/awkward hearts. Thanks so much for posting it. I like the haiku, too!
Posted by: liz | Monday, July 11, 2005 at 02:09 AM
This is so beautiful. I feel privileged to read it hot off the press, well hot anyway...
Posted by: Jean | Monday, July 11, 2005 at 06:29 AM
Thanks, Peter - that's what I was going for!
Liz! Thanks for stopping by. And interesting you're in the Cardiac ICU - yes, it applies there, too. Hope those little seedlings there heal well.
Thanks, Jean. Hot off the press. Heh!
Posted by: leslee | Monday, July 11, 2005 at 08:35 AM