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June 28.20: Coping

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In winter

I dream of such greens/

in lazy pools and streams

of shadow,

indolent,

sleepy,

like deep breathing

of quiet ocean/

in yellowed splotches

of summer’s hooray,

warm with memory

of sprinkler jumping,

chigger scratching,

shrilling

ready or not!

from neon popsicle mouths,

like the clover-drunk

sun-crazed bees

in happy ferment/

until,

panting,

we fall into that shade pool

and the green seeps into

our dreams.

 

 

12 thoughts on “June 28.20: Coping

  1. Nice, Maureen. Beautiful photo and lovely words. Happy Sunday, and I hope you have several feathered friends visit today.

    • Thanks, Judy, and a happy Sunday to you, too! Any feathered friends that visit today will be waterlogged for sure. Between the storms and the Saharan sand, we are missing the sun. However, the rain is a real blessing and the plants are dancing jigs all around. Maybe the herons will dance a jig too — THAT I’d like to see!

  2. This is a lovely and evocative image.

  3. Beautiful, both photo and poem! I hope I can remember this image, come the winter!

  4. You’re back! Happy to see that your muse has returned. Thanks for the lovely image.

    • You’re welcome! The pond never ceases to amaze me. I do hope my muse is back, but it took me days to write this and so I think she’s just kind of wafting back and forth overhead, uncommitted and unfocused. She can be like that.

  5. Your muse did a fine job with this one. I loved the idea of clover-drunk sun-crazed bees in happy ferment.
    Can I ask why you sometimes use / at the end of a line?

    • My muse and I thank you. That slanted line rescues me from punctuation quandaries sometimes. I want to show a break that isn’t quite the same as a grammatical break. Also I wanted to try to find a way to indicate parallel descriptive sections: the shade green and the sun green, each ending with a simile. Also I want to be like Emily Dickinson. Her dashes rescued her too, I think. Poetic license or just plain cheating? I’ll ask my muse.

      • I shall bear that in mind. I have some of her poems but must not have paid enough attention. I trust your muse granted license – for what it’s worth I would have done too.

  6. I’m very glad to hear that! Yes, my muse gave permission. Grudgingly, it must be said.

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