If I sit still long enough I'll fade,
become common as the statue in the garden.
I watched robins the better part of the day,
watched till dusk settled their busyness.
Underneath the arbor, now soaked
invisible by night, I listen
to the gentle nestling above me.

                       ~

Moon-flowers, too fragile for touch,
drape the fence in transient bloom.
There seems a misplaced memory,
an almost audible message
woven in their fragrance.
I want to gather them, bury my face deep
and feel the stir.

                        ~

Grappling with my mind, morning will come
and the first lashing of light
will fold them tightly back into themselves.
I'm afraid of wasted life.
Tonight the sky is vacant. I can paint
any scene I choose.

 

Judith Schiele was born in Mississippi in 1945, lived in Arkansas for 23 years, and now again makes her home in Mississippi. She has two daughters and one grandchild. She worked for eighteen years as a buyer, manager, and fashion consultant. She says that on November 1, 1996, poetry found her. She states: "Writing became such a passion that I decided to leave my job and take one that gave me more freedom. I have no formal training in writing. I simply put my emotions into words."

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