Hollyhock
Is it a silken purse
made from the pig’s ear
of its seed pod,
or just a single seed
excreted by
an incontinent bird?
Its bruised
evening-sky hues
stretch their emperor’s
imperial purple all too thin.
In the late summer sun
it swallows one errant bee
in its leviathan mouth.
Sole survivor,
from a score of flowers
that once climbed
the seven foot,
eight foot stalk
to sway in the wind,
it stands on guard
against fall cold
and winter’s snow.
Click here for Roger’s reading on Anchor.
Hollyhock
Comment: I didn’t like the ending to the earlier version, so, when it came to reading it, I rewrote it first instead. I much prefer this version. Apologies to those who read the earlier words.
rogermoorepoet 
This is getting tiresome. It’s the third time I’ve tried to post e common and it didn’t work! I’m ordering a laptop tonight!
If you saw this before breakfast then it was soon after I posted the comment. Now let’s see if I can post this reply!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think I read this before but there are a lot of things that never grow old when read and reread! Can you imagine only reading Shakespeare one time? I love this one so it’s bookmarked for re-reading several times!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Angie. I need the encouragement especially early morning before breakfast!
LikeLike