National Poetry Month 2017
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These flowers appeared under the porch at Solomon House. Volunteers vining from another plant about 10 feet away on the other side of the sidewalk. There’s a line in a play my students perform about growing up at The Shadows, “We grow a flower called, ‘ham ‘n eggs.” This is it. See the pink ham and the golden egg yolk. This flower is also a fractal, growing blossoms that look like tiny bouquets.
Today for Spiritual Thursday, we are writing around the theme of new life, spring, and Easter. I’ve been thinking about how we carry the spirits of our ancestors with us. Like it or not, their lives influence ours. We can see this as a gift or a curse. We must be gentle with these spirits.
Pink lantana
sneaks under the porch
snakes through the dark earth
carrying the burden of a mother’s pain.
This fractal flower
springs forth surprising
the toes of the hungry and the poor,
lighting a path like grandmother’s Easter bonnet.
Don’t pick her blossoms.
They will sprinkle like confetti.
Just hold your gaze on her sunshine
remembering from whence she came.
–Margaret Simon
Reflections on the Teche 