Benevolent Virus

What does the lone sentry wildflower not know, keeping vigil at an unvisited stream?

Perhaps you imagine
I treasure nothing
Those seemly longlost times

But my lungs move just so
My eyes rest like this
Your soft smoothes my lunch

A rhythm not completely mine
Enjoins me these tiny forevers
I welcome your chronic infection

Disclosed in the escaping moment
Some odd unspecial future Thursday…


[ Image : this is a single wild cardinal flower, one of my favorite things to happen across since youth… detail from a photograph by Thomas R. Fletcher ] (link)

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  1. Lovely words, Stolzy!

    I love the flower picture. I believe it’s great that your childhood was blessed with flowers like these, I rarely see such beauties around my home town.

    Thanks for sharing and have a great Sunday! β˜€οΈ


    1. yes, it was a fortunate thing to grow up in kind of a rural area… to be fair, I had to do a good bit of walking first to get to a spot like the one with the cardinal flower. I’m sure Romania must have some wild lovelt places.

      Thanks so much, Katherine, for your reading, thoughts, and wishes πŸ™‚


  2. Isnt it lovely that nature provides beautiful flowers for us to look at our world with awe and wonder. And your poetry provides fascinating beauty too.


    1. Hi Steph πŸ™‚ Yes it sure is. A frequently unnoticed gift. In Quebec now there is a new movement called “No Mowing May”. We simply let grasses and lawns grow undisturbed the entire month. The result is so nice to see. Even my lawn has all sorts of varieties of wildflowers which would have gone unborn because they’d been cut. Not just lovely but also very good for the butterflies and honeybees. Hope you are good!


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