Flowering Nettle

The life inside a life:

The thistle with a worm inside,

A blossom with no color of its own.

A person’s calling

Is unpainted wind.

Inside a life, earth turns,

The old sing.

A boy can hear Blood verses

Down in the petals….

--in memory of Harry Martinson

S.K.

Comments

[Wren]

"unpainted wind." Genius. And from a later post, "crows talking Russian."

I absolutely love the minds of poets, writers and poetic writers like you, Steve. Thank you for sharing your gift.