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Sample Poems by Christine Higgins
Roses, roses, roses
Bright red, the gift of a valentine.
Crimson red, a dozen to say
I'm sorry, it won't happen again.
Peach roses in the front garden,
pricking the one who
dares to steal them.
Innocents dropping soft pink
petals to announce the bride.
Tea roses in the wedding bouquet.
Confetti roses, white roses
surrounded by baby's breath.
Rose petals opening,
opening, blooming like
the vagina at birth.
Dark roses, almost black,
for a dead girl's birthday.
Yellow roses blanketing the casket.
Bud roses in the shape of a rosary.
We let go of one thing
in order to see
what else there can be,
what hope, what shelter.
The priest wears a chasuble
embroidered with vines and
roses, roses, roses.
Jesus Supports the Artistry of the Special Needs
It's Art Auction night at Supported
Employment, and Jesus is moving about the rooms, smiling hello to parents and
friends of the artists. He is round-faced and pot-bellied, so you might mistake
him for Buddha, but no matter. Jesus has taken scraps of wood and made
frames by hand for the artwork—watercolors, cartoon drawings, oil paintings, abstract
designs. Next to each piece of work, he has hung a placard with the artist's name,
title and price.
In the activity room, there's a small reception with cubed cheese and rolled salami, and on the walls are portraits of the Mona Lisa—each one perfect in its imperfection, and certain to bring a smile.
Soon, the guests will sit down, and Jesus will follow his itinerary for the showcase of songs and dances as best he can. Suddenly all the performers, encouraged by applause, feel a burst of bravery to get up and sing and sway their backsides just like their favorite performers on TV.
James will end by leading everyone in "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," and it's like a revival, the swinging and swaying takes the blues away.
Thank you, Jesus.