25 April 2016

Reread and Reseed*


You are like a rose—I adore your scent
and your way of goading and enticing
me on my way while you attend to yours.
And I envy that which I think you do:
You grow and pose and beam and inspire with
a seeming effortlessness that I want
instead of my digging, pushing, crying
and trying over and over to find the words
to write the piece, rewrite, revise, repine
and die of embarrassment should I fail.

Your secret, please, I pray you share with me
your sweat-less glory, charm and grace withheld
from the human race and kept in gardens
that we must read and heed or else we bleed.




This is April's poem 25.

*Note:  All April poem-a-day poems are rough drafts awaiting revision.


Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast



1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This person sounds like grace personified. We lesser mortals can only sweat and struggle and admire......smiles.