Poetic Response to "The Metaphor" By Budge Wilson

Dear Ms. Hancock,

                                 You were the thunderstorm,
                  That churned through my grey summer sky
        Proudly shattering the dull decorous
Of my vicissitudinous life
                You never stopped believing
                         Even when we were lost
                                 Among the jungles of growth
                                         You knew that a rainbow will always be there
                                                     At the end of any road
                            If I had one last chance
                                   To right my wrongs
                                             To make amends
                                                    I would like to simply say
                                        Thank you, for everything you gave

The Hollyhock

Poetic Response to "The Sound of the Hollyhocks"

Do you hear the flower sing
Under a sky both far and near
The hollyhock blooms late past spring
Loyal she is, she speaks, she hears
I wish I could listen more
Together in a field crisp and new
Rather than this cold steel floor
Her days are plenty, but mine are few

By C. Wang aka PeyPey


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