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Lavender Soul

  1. Slumber breeze plucks from the trees the leaves and seeds unbound,
  2. Softly down with scarce a sound, impregnating the ground.
  3. Fallen snow, a cradle low, to stow from blow aloft.
  4. Intertwining rain and shining guiding seedling soft.
  5. One hand wise paints blue the skies, established clouds up high.
  6. One hand true the sea subdued, renewed the surf and tide.
  7. Planted groves and fashioned hooves, and fin and wing prepared;
  8. Ash and dust infused by hush, the rush of breath made bare.
  9. River shores, and temple doors, and forest floors are where
  10. Voice above came down as dove, to them in love declare.
  11. Manger still, and garden spill, and pierced hill, nearby.
  12. Quiet site, and mountain side, and desert bright, the cry.
  13. Seeded through a heart of blue, now made anew and wrought.
  14. Planted pink inside the think to never shrink in thought.
  15. Lavender the soul to stir, binary blur abound.
  16. Hold both hands, I move to stand with divine grand astound.

Listen to me explain the symbolism behind this poem on the following episode of the Hot Pepper Poetry Podcast.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I am a political economy student at the University of Athabasca, working on my second undergrad degree.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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