Poem of the Week–Plant Me in Iowa

Plant Me in Iowa No. 2

When only I say it’s time
dear daughters, plant me
in blue-bearded Iris
where I shall wake
to perfumed nights
of fading petals that shyly
ply my touch.
There, will I rest and sleep
in peaceful quietude, alone
and quite at home with God.

Linda Newman Woito
Iowa City Branch, IA

Editor’s Note: Greetings from chilly Melbourne, Australia, where I am with family. I will diligently find time and internet access to give meaning to the “world” in “world wide web.”

Meanwhile, today is the deadline for submissions to the Pen Woman Magazine’s Summer issue. I will now be processing poetry for the Fall and Winter issues, and as usual for the blog.

Comments

  1. Barb Whitmarsh says:

    Beautiful, gentle and powerful
    B.W.

    Bayou City Br. Houston, TX

  2. This poem is so lovely. Make sure to put it with your important papers so that your daughters will follow your wishes.

  3. Linda, I find this a dear poem, a “lovely way to go”

    and a lovely place to be. Thank you for your “alive” words!
    Lois