Isabel Kestner is a poet and writer who spent half her life in New Jersey and half in Virginia, making her an odd blend of Southern Woman and Jersey Girl. Her poems have appeared in numerous publications from the time she was seventeen. Her first collection of poetry, Strange Things She Heard, was released in December 2009. In addition to poetry she also writes for film. Visit her web site for more information. This beautiful poem seems perfect for early September.
Strange Flowers
By Isabel Kestner
Somehow the summer still
grows strange flowers
we collect in blue vases
like prayers we forget to say
all the rose beads scattering
like raindrops in a lazy
sun shower and the
half forgotten trinity
we never really did
believe in anyway
Years ago we were
barefooted singing to
an audience of only God–
No agent no pr rep at
the almighty’s side
just the great divine
dining on our little voices
you and me swaying before him
like the summer flowers
we keep in blue vases
like the prayers we
no longer remember
how to sing.
