Strange Flowers – a poem by Kay Ann Kestner

Strange Flowers 

somehow the summer
still grows strange flowers
that we collect in blue vases
like the prayers we forget to say

all the rose beads scattering
like raindrops in a lazy sun shower
and the half-forgotten trinity we
never really did believe in anyway

but years ago, we were barefooted
singing to an audience of angels
all dining on our tiny voices

as we swayed like the summer flowers
we keep now in blue vases
like the prayers we no longer
remember how to sing

Kay Ann Kestner’s screenplays have placed in a variety of competitions. She is the founder and editor of the literary journal Poetry Breakfast, which she established in 2011. Her poems and short stories have been published internationally. You can read more of her work and find her latest projects on her website at www.KayKestner.com.

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