What With Merely Being

What with red roses
And lilies
As they are
And as they
Will be—
Those damn
Flowers

Merely being;
And what with
Poets left with what
To do about that,

All that language
Flying by
Unthought,
Unthinking.

Or not.

What with poets
Grabbing a hand-
Full and thinking
About it. And then

There’s the flowers.

Photo credit: Katrien Cattoor

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About the Author:

Rev. Dr. David Breeden has an MFA from The Iowa Writers’ Workshop and a PhD from the Center for Writers at the University of Southern Mississippi, with additional study in writing and Buddhism at Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado. He also has a Master of Divinity degree from Meadville Lombard Theological School.

Rev. David is a Unitarian Universalist minister in Minnesota. He is an editor, author, and translator, having published many novels and collections of poetry.