Jasmine claimed the garden wall
in tiny spirals clutching brick and mortar.
The scent of the cloud of pearl white clusters
was heady, intoxicating, commanding.
On a street corner vibrating “don’t linger”
a single Jasmine blossom caught my eye.
From a spring storm of a thousand perfume vials
I was enraptured by the arrogance of one
tiny flower's demand I pause and inhale its aroma.
In a sanctuary of seconds it was my Shaman
teaching me a moment of stillness has more value
than the foot chase to attain replaceable.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017
Comments
Thank you for a wealth of pearls this month, Susie.
"a spring storm of a thousand perfume vials
I was enraptured by the arrogance of one"
one of those "wish I'd written these wonderful lines"
"
In a sanctuary of seconds it was my Shaman
teaching me a moment of stillness has more value
than the foot chase to attain replaceable."
Much love...
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