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 gardensthat 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