I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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5 April 2008

Thank You, Dear ...

April Poem-A-Day Challenge #4: Today's prompt is to write a thankful poem. Another option is to write a tribute poem. The thankful/tribute poem can be dedicated to a person, an inanimate object, an idea, a day of the week, etc.

Thank you, dear little insects
who, loving me so dearly,
come kissing up from the grass
or down out of evening air.

I am never alone
while, with ecstatic tongues,
you draw my blood
for your sustenance.

I am necessary to you. In reward
you leave decorative marks
on my skin, like imprints:
great red swollen blooms.

I am special. You prefer me
to any other. You crowd to my side
ignoring the rest. My skin
is thinner, my blood sweeter.

You make me notice you.
You are sharp and keep me awake.
I cannot brush you aside;
you're mine, all mine, and I'm yours.

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008


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