To the East….

Paul Scribbles over at Poetics — dversepoets.com.  What does ‘grace’ mean to you?  I can think of numerous things, but choose this poem below.

Lady Nyo

A DISH OF SKYLARKS

–

A dish of skylarks

Fell from the blue

into my lap,

And I, ravenous with

A multitude of hungers-

Ate them.

Between burps

one did escape,

shook himself,

Bowed,

And offered a feather.

I thought it gracious

Considering what I had done

To his neighbors.

—

The grace of life

Elegant, sublime, stirring

Come into my soul.

–

Jane Kohut-Bartels

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