Not truly revolving
on the whim of a cat—
only the human is automatic
*
Hummingbirds dart through
a whirl or two
by the feeder. Faster
than any soon-to-close
opening
*
What greater joy
than looking ahead
wondering through
the other side?
A communion
with the wisdom of cats
*
Taking these things in turn,
I plan a larger garden.
String staked out, rectangular
like door-panes laid flat.
The days unspool
birch leaves teasing the sun
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And the sun, in response, offers less and less, until, for the leaves, it’s too late for regret.
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Oh, dear, too true. The summer is already sliding away.
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I love “birch leaves teasing the sun”. 😉
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Thank you–I worked on that line for quite awhile!
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“wondering through the other side…”–always. (K)
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Yes, this is a line for you! 🙂
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My favorite lines:
“The days unspool
birch leaves teasing the sun”
I like the image of days unspooling–it sounds both languid and inevitable, but in a good way, especially with the birch leaves teasing the sun.
Then Ken’s lines make it melancholy. 🙂
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Languid and inevitable–yes! I messed with those lines more than any others in this piece, so I’m glad you liked the result!
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I did! 🙂
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Very nice vignettes that add up to something wonderful. I love how your last stanza introduces your matter of fact way and also some how sums up the wanderings of the earlier stanzas. Nice.
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I’m glad you liked it. It was definitely a wanderer…
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One way the poem keeps me interested is by making me work for the meanings in the first three stanzas. Then the fourth provides a type of resolution. Another way is by the sharpness of the images, such as “The days unspool/ birch leaves teasing the sun.” Yes!
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Thanks very much for the careful reading. This one does lean obscure, for me. 🙂
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