& so we grew

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@imkirk?utm_source=unsplash&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_content=creditCopyText">Iewek Gnos</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/flower-in-stone?utm_source=unsplash&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>Perhaps you are the flower in the stoneor, else, the memory I would hold, alonewhen all is lost. The weary song remains;I learned the chords from you, the mighty painsconvulsing through your body. Thus, you grewin grief that renders even love songs blue,unfit for sweet remembering. But timedistills even our miseries to rhymesthat fall like cotton candy on the lips;we suffered and we grew. The world can ripa tender heart into a bleeding messbut by some bitter grace we can confessthe world and all its arts continue so.Yes, even when our burdened bones would go.<br/><br/>&#8212;<br/><br/>Thank you to everybody who supported the release of the ebook edition of In Search of Sunflowers. The print edition is coming soon and I&#8217;ve already got another (smaller) collection in the works.&#8212;zx <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>