Upon realizing that i scare folks by simply being. Like the wasp (no anglo saxon, but winged.) wrote a poem/prayer bout it. feel free to play in it, if you'd like to.

today's prayer

a poem by georgia anne muldrow

Sarah At 90, acrylic, dew and oil marker 2024

click here to read the poem, if you'd like.

today's prayer

a poem by georgia anne muldrow

1

I am but a leaf

In the floral arrangement 

of your memorial locale

Placed within the heart of life

Brown, never to be brittle.

Bride, ever yearning to know more.

If there is fruit

Choose it for me.

Paint my tongue in your colors.

I refuse anything else.

Sail in my sense of humor, 

of taste and graph.

Plot your coordinates on the banquet table

Of our joining

Our time is free

Because of your eternal love.

If there is fruit,

Let my lips be drenched in it's wave forward

Never to be bound again

By man, beast nor machine

Constructed in darkness.

2

For you've made me so confident in you

That my decrease 

is even too vain to speak about.

Only you can do what you want in me.

In the bouquet of sense

Let me smell life in the memory of You only.

I have no other need.

For a dead woman cannot earn a living.

A dead woman cannot read.

Fill me with wafting fragrance of vetiver in place of moss. 

Freshen your care of me.

I have no clue, mastery belongs only to you.

3

My sins are dead grass before you, I know.

You waste no time in me.

A wasp visits my window

I knew not why

And later learned they love sweet smells, and vibrant color.

I am like her, that wasp.

Threatening just by being.

Fierce by nature, seeking sweetness.

But more lowly in countenance and,

Slower to fly.

I suffer internally

And that is true evil.

In you only can I rise.

Give me what flows thru me for others,

That I may live again.

A dead woman cannot raise a man

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