Two Poems by Diana L. Conces

In your body is the garden of flowers

after The Songs of Kabir, IV

Time pauses in your glance

and your eyes blossom.

Hydrangea petals sparkle

in the swirl of beauty blowing

through the gate of your lips.

Love pulses through the stem,

strange photosynthesis

quickens the emerald flowering

of beauty as it travels, down,

down, to the tangled hunger of roots

in the fertile soil of your heart.

Night

moonlight comes screaming down

pure vertical—cold like the drop

of a solid steel elevator

pounding into the ground—splat

making the barn, trees, hedge, fence

cower into pale, flat shadows;

above, against the scattered dust of stars,

an airplane circles, fringing the horizon

so high it seems a wayward star

sucked in by the vacuum of space

so high the raw explosion of its engine

is reduced to the distant growl

of an angry hound

quiet only in comparison

to moonlight

Diana L. Conces is a native Texan whose poetry has appeared in numerous print and online publications, a newspaper, and a city bus. In addition to writing, she enjoys jewelry making, knitting, embroidering poetry onto fabric, and various crafty things she has been lured into by Pinterest. She writes a humor blog at https://dianalconces.blogspot.com/.