The Gift
What lasts longer than ink
or stone or a pond’s ripple?
I want to give you
the deepest green.
Memory circles back,
highways turn
to dirt, the dead blossom
in children’s voices.
Place this carnation in a vase.
Swallow these pills.
Don’t move, don’t speak.
Let me do this.
“The Gift” was first published in Brave Voices in January 2019.Many thanks to Audrey Bowers and her editorial staff for taking this piece.
For me, this poem speaks volumes and is reminiscent of Collins’ The Lanyard.” Beautiful!
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Thank you, Lori. High praise, indeed!
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Not often I want to read a poem five times in a row. Blimey that’s a popper!
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High praise, Rachel. Thank you!
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