Praying Mantis
Some days, I unfasten the red and white box beneath the ruffles of my lover’s bed. Like the elusive breath of a monarch, a hit of new life. She spreads her moist and crinkly wings after hatching in her identifiable way. She must be patient and wait for delicate wings to dry while clinging to the small branch.
What holds me prisoner? Can’t I acquire the same? Anxiety overwhelms a plant called hope, which teases me still. The ceiling lingers like a twin, foreshadowing the roof that could plunge upon my pale body. Worrisome, the heart-shaped child born inside of me, her spirit calls, “Open me – your treasures,” I give in, as always, persistently. Her petite, white petals, jasmine, lie in a deep pocket of love, draping me in green finery, as a Praying Mantis gives thanks to God.
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Heading over now. 👏👏
Thank you my friend. ❤️
You’re welcome Joni it was a lovely poem. 💜
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Congratulations, Joni.
Thank you my friend. Hope you are getting some beautiful weather there on the Rio Grande. You have some beautiful flowers
Lots of wind this time of year.
Oh my gosh I can’t believe how windy it is here. Thirty mile an hour wind with gust of 35 is not unusual. I always prayed the wind doesn’t blow the trees on our house.
We’ve been getting 50 to 60 mph winds.
Oh goodness that is crazy I
It’s wonderful, Joni! 💖
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Such a tender poem. Each time I read it; I get a little deeper. Well done.
Thank you so much Lisa. I am so glad you enjoyed this one. Big hugs my friend. Hope Jodi is still feeling great. Will be praying tomorrow too. ❤️🙏❤️
Thank you 😊
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