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Immortal

Beholding beauty in the presence of lonesome comfort enabled me to cherish this moment, not at the right of a stranger’s diversion, but to my own delight.


February's corpse has endured the spring shift

in the midst of Lily’s bells and encroaching

hydrangea shrubs.

The day of bliss has outlived spring's eccentric

approach, there is now an inkling of blossoms

atop the Red Maple’s bulky crown.


My eyes have not deceived any prevailing senses

since the wake of my former mentor

and his own pleasure towards nature’s splendor.

Glory casts a set of no holds barred for loose soil

and unthawed Cosmos stalks, welcoming

weeds and transpiring cattail reeds.


His words rang true to the demotion of frost: let us return

to the serendipity of bristling leaves and flakey bumblebees

for there came no denial to his favoring of spring,

still he preferred the likelihood of its arrival

once more before he saw a greater light —

a neurotic dusk, the panoramic screening

which befalls upon that greater light he worshiped

as the days grew longer than the horse’s cheek.


If only he were able to witness the scene of cladded grass

enveloped in picnic sheets, as others around are swept away —

entrapped in the beady glare of sun while gales of laughter traveled

among the gentle gusts of air in content.


Beholding beauty in the presence of lonesome

comfort enabled me to cherish this moment,

not at the right of a stranger’s diversion,

but to my own delight.


In memory of the man

who taught me flowers too can perish overnight,

try as we might to avoid slipping into indifference

we must soak in that sadness in order to recognize

the immortality of nature: not everything is legacy.


Longevity may easily last

until spring’s revival eventually fades

to false fruition.



 

Nicole Verbitsky is a 20 year-old writer from Northeast PA. A writer of bittersweet poems and the seldom short story, she also serves as a poetry editor for The Lunar Journal. At this time, her work appears in Neverland Lit and upcoming in voidspace zine. Her hobbies include overanalyzing media and reading with music in the background.



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