Magnolia Blooms


on the cutting room floor

and a revolving door

the rift in spin

where i fit in

to a less valuable space


i know the place

my pasts have traced

though i wore a face

of different score


i have no concern

to learn once more

why i implore 

for the honorable mention

of corporal attention


for i am the measure

of an incalculable treasure

the unchangeable

immutable grace

of a Queen

who will not lay

the beauty

of her precious laurels

at the feet

of ungrateful Earls


The inner is the outer. How often have we “sold our Souls” for lesser things than unity?

©M.G. Iannucci 2018

Artist Unknown

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