The Flower of Calm
Looking deeply
Into the heart of the bud,
I adjust my lens.
Like the flower I photograph,
I am opening up.
My eyes blossom with calm.
Bees Being
Listening deeply
To the nature of my anxiety
I hear the warm, swarming sound
Of bees being above me.
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The Flower of Calm
Looking deeply
Into the heart of the bud,
I adjust my lens.
Like the flower I photograph,
I am opening up.
My eyes blossom with calm.
Bees Being
Listening deeply
To the nature of my anxiety
I hear the warm, swarming sound
Of bees being above me.
They are buzzing happily, unbusily,
As they circle around the sweetness
That rests Inside my being.
Smiling Form
The clouds today
Are floating in my tea.
They wet every line
Of my poetry.
Every word soaks
Up the ink of the sun
So that I may offer you
This smiling form.
By Jamyson Clair Vining
