revised old poetry
.
On a table in a wintered garden
that once fluttered with Monarchs
sits a vessel with dead Poinsettias
and the decadence of dried up decay.
.
The chill of death drove them away
from a spread of infinite Isms
and microcosmic indifferences.
They flew for survival.
.
They flew to be immune from the spasms
of neglect and social starvation,
Selves swallowed unless they migrate,
lay the eggs of progeny, incubate and wait.
.
Their thirst was watered and cocooned,
muffling the noises carried on the winds
through a window’s skyscraper view-
protected from the vortex of voices
that drown the one into none.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-03-18 at 17:07
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Some Need Milkweed (version 2)
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On a table in a wintered garden
that once fluttered with Monarchs
sits a vessel with dead Poinsettias
and the decadence of dried up decay.
.
The chill of death drove them away
from a spread of infinite Isms
and microcosmic indifferences.
They flew for survival.
.
They flew to be immune from the spasms
of neglect and social starvation,
Selves swallowed unless they migrate,
lay the eggs of progeny, incubate and wait.
.
Their thirst was watered and cocooned,
muffling the noises carried on the winds
through a window’s skyscraper view-
protected from the vortex of voices
that drown the one into none.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-03-18 at 17:07
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