Fast Paradise

by Barbara Sapienza

Life seems a fast paradise
with wild rose scented shrubs
and lavender pools full and rich,
spilling their scents and sexuality,
watering the earth so you can taste it in your tomatoes.

Sweetness calls the bees to-gather, to make honey
the deer to devour the newly planted gardens
a man to beat his hairy breast
a woman to spread her wings
a baby to crawl,
the old ones who just say, Life.

Momentary guidance flits by,
shows us her pictures,
makes us cry.

Why have I not seen her beauty,
known her ethereal ways,
her bodily charm?

Not till yesterday with this diagnosis of death
do I see the soul flower of my being—
my soul sister, who supports and guides me
along the way, in this vast paradise we call life.

Photo by Andrey Larionov on Unsplash

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PROMPT:

Use one or more titles to prompt your writing, or borrow from your own bookshelf:

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  Ronit Plank

• Light Pours In by Amy Rodriguez

• Cinema Love by Jiaming Tang

• Soul Flowers by Cynthia Schumacher

• Early Sobrieties by Michael Deagler

• Fast Paradise by Eric Stephen Mayer