If we are blessed to any extent
to render the beauty we sense
into song, sonnet, or landscape,
we need to develop those gifts
however haltingly, and share them.
Our muses whisper to us of glories
yearning to find expression
Explosions of color I have seen,
images from one in youth’s blossom,
recalling those of others seen over
the years. Her eyes shone with
the radiance of a hundred suns
and the hopes for tomorrow.
Now those eyes turn elsewhere
to places far from former glories.
A mess of pottage received for
all that might have been.
Who will see her colors now?
If only I could see them again
before all colors fade to my eyes.
Arthur Turfa lives in South Carolina, but his poetry reflects the many places where he has lived or traveled. His next book, Saluda Reflections, comes out from Finishing Line Press on June 22, 2018. He has two other books of published poetry.