Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Thank you, rr, for, among countless other things, your patience

BREAKING BLOOM

Blue chambray button-up/
tiny white anchors on repeat,
plucked off store rack
with puzzled urgency,
worn days straight, even slept in.
Toward the end of its run
(been weeks since I last
wrapped it around),
I sat beside a mountain lake.
Whether to do with setting sun
(an angle, that magenta),
dusk-drunk insects, or
something else entirely
isn’t clear; but life’s motion—
wave of mid-decision—
stilled, leaving me with sense of
settling in, taking root,
breaking bloom.

--me [happy (re)engagement, babe!]

2 comments:

  1. Ooo...the line "dusk drunk insects." I need it for my collection. Dig the "litter looks worn" from the first. (Brought back pictures of downtown L.A.)

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