Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Don't fuss at me

don't fuss at me
for my inattention:
birdsong thick
and a new poem
forming in my craw

—Mariposa, #28, Spring/Summer 2013

5 comments:

  1. Speaking, as someone who often comes out of a lyrical reflection, greeted by a where-were-you inquiring face, I so got this piece - and smiled.

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  2. glad you got it ... thanks!!

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  3. Love it! Wonderful jux between the birdsong & the new poem forming. Love line 5--craw is so exactly the right word for the place where new poems form.

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  4. Strike while the iron is hot! That elusive poem can go astray so easily.

    Adelaide

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  5. thanks, jenny and adelaide!
    right now, new poems don't seem to be forming anywhere inside me!

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