By Evan Pausic

speak the language of flowers

remember when your mother’s hand

touched your sickly forehead 

the world watches 

and is blind 

I can see the top

a snow capped mountain

we only know the outlines

of what we see

I see the flower

in fire on the terrace 

I see the flower 

shining in your eyes

I see the flower 

in the mind’s blackness

I cannot say what it is

it is in bloom

4 responses to “A Poem”

  1. jbyersccs Avatar

    Thank you Evan; keep looking deeply!

  2. Lauren Little Avatar
    Lauren Little

    What a beautiful poem Evan! I feel like I am there seeing the very flower in bloom along the trail with you.

  3. Elizabeth R Sinnenberg Avatar
    Elizabeth R Sinnenberg

    Lovely, Thanks for sharing!

  4. Tracy Pausic Avatar
    Tracy Pausic

    Love you so much Evan and your experiences in full bloom! Cannot wait to hear your stories!

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