Blue Iris Of Innocence © Surazeus 2025 03 24 The delicate blue iris of innocence blooms among bull thistles, crabgrass, purslane, and horseweed in the fenced-in vacant lot with humble beauty of the faceless girl who arranges stones in circles of faith to enclose dazed silence of afternoon. Gold-breasted kingbird with quick darting eyes reigns from her nest in the mulberry bush with elegant grace of wind-hopping faith to prove that compassionate grace of trust heals broken-hearted people of the world who struggle to escape dire circumstance. Trapped in the bureaucratic maze of fear, Maria Flores stares at cement wall where ghostly faces of her children glow though seven years of loneliness have passed since agents arrested them on the bridge when they were driving home from Mexico. Released from detention one afternoon, Maria Flores walks the quiet town past the fenced-in vacant lot of her heart where ghost of her daughter arranges stones to protect blue iris of innocence, then lies down under the mulberry bush. Not knowing where to find her family, Maria Flores walks to the old church but the door is locked and the lights are out, so she works as the night-shift janitor at the hotel near the airport highway and sleeps at night by the mulberry bush. Attending church each Sunday afternoon, Maria Flores prays for light of hope, kneeling at statue of Mother and Child, to find where her husband and children live, then walks past city park where children play while angels scream in pain too far away. Twisted branches of trees gleam in the pool that shimmers beside the large ice-smooth stone where Maria Flores, numb from despair, stares at calm beauty of the silver sky that erases gaunt beauty of her face and carves it on the stone of solitude. Kneeling before tombstone behind the church carved with name of her mother in gray letters, Zuzia Flores weeps with pain of relief after searching for more than twenty years, then looks up at sharp song of the kingbird who takes her heart and flies beyond the world.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Monday, March 24, 2025
Blue Iris Of Innocence
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Orpheus photographs an old woman working as a janitor at the hotel, then photographs her walking in the city park where she sits on a bench and does not cry.
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