BY ROGER MOORE
Roger Moore is a poet, short story writer, novelist, critic, and a creative artist in various forms of multi-media. Copyright is held by the author.
“A penny for your thoughts!”
The pansies turned their heads,
gazing at her with great disdain.
They are the lowest of the low,
yet grow again, each year,
from their own scattered seed,
Their faces are beautiful,
bursting suddenly from winter’s white dream.
They create pastel thoughts and fill
the flowerbeds with secret dreams
that they alone can see.
And this is the good thing, to find your
one small corner and to have your one
small candle, then to light it, and to leave
it burning its sharp bright hole in the night.
Around you, the walls you constructed;
inside, the reduced space, the secret garden,
the holy of holies where roses grow and no
cold wind blows to disturb you. “Is it here?”
you ask: “Or over here?” If you don’t know,
I cannot tell you. But what I will say is that
turning a corner one day you will know that
you have found a perfection that you will
seek again in vain for the rest of your life.
El Rincón, Ávila, Spain
23 VII 2005