As usual I had a wonderful time today at the Farmer's Market. It was a very "Special" day for me. My life was changed and touched by two young women who sat up a Poetry Writing Booth directly across from me. They called it the Poem Store...name the subject, name your price. It intrigued me so....as I write some poetry myself. Earlier, I had shared with them part of a poem I had written about a place I visited when I was a child...a field of poppies. My heart was drawn to these girls immediately and I felt the need to partake of their creativity. The poem that was written for me moved me so. Each and every time I read these words I have a warm fountain spraying from deep within....up into my throat....then slowly pouring from my eyes. I love it so.
FOR THE LOVE OF FLOWERS
Her love of flowers plants itself
in webs between her fingers.
She dreams of California poppies,
a bath of orange spills over
a hillside. She has been here before.
She spends time in the garden,
naming them and rubbing their
velvet between her thumbs.
A love of flowers is a careful, old art.
perfected with knees in the dirt
and an eye turned back toward memory.
For Nancy
S. Jordan 8.31.13
Typing poems!!
