A Rosary of Beads & Petals & Tears

Thoughts beneath a gentled hand
repetitive as a rosary,
fingers picking petals from the throat
of a flower.
Sitting on the sidelines counting hours
until the day is done.
The sacrament of petals strewn at the foot of shadows;
fading ambitions...
Did I ever have any really?
I think not, just
being was challenging enough and
always somehow sufficient onto itself.
What grew?
What fragrance spilled over into the world
from my faint essence?

Just a river running through it,
east and west and north and south
that turned a corner into a stream,
only to become a slowed creek
ambling on a note over backyard stones
carrying petals and washing the feet of my reflections.

Yes, a rosary of beads and petals and tears.

Reviews

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I enjoyed most the tempo of this poem as it very gently pulled me along and gave me permission to simply be. here are numerous spiritual disciplines world wide that admonish one to live in the present, be present now, just be, live in the now................ad infinitum.

[lady o]

I enjoyed this piece, it is moving to me, lovely reflections....

[ShadowWolf]

An interesting play on ambition and not succeeding. This pull the reader to the very end. Good!