i wrote a long narrative connecting these three descriptive poems, then thought it too convoluted. the connection is sensory awareness.
thanks (again) to cf for the direction.
A Farewell to Southern Melody
The day will come when I will
Share once more the quilts
And pillows I am storing
Away. Once more I will shyly
Let you undress me and gently
Unlock my sealed jewel.
I can never describe the
Ten thousand beautiful sensual
Ways we will make love.
Huang O, translated by Kenneth Rexroth
My South: On the Porch
There used to be a way the sunlight caught
The cocoons of caterpillars in the pecans.
A boy's shadow would lengthen to a man's
Across the yard then, slowly. And if you thought
Some sleepy god had dreamed it all up—well,
There was my grandfather, Lincoln-tall and solemn,
Tapping his pipe out on a white-flaked column,
Carefully, carefully, as though it were his job.
And we would watch the pip-stars as they fell.
As for the quiet, the same train always broke it.
Then the great silver watch rose from his pocket
For us to check the hour, the dark fob
Dangling the watch between us like the moon.
It would be evening soon then, very soon.
after a long winter
the earth is warm and dry
we sit, the two of us
best friends, kids
in the park
the trunk of an old tree
faces to the sun.
in the distance
we hear the sound
of a baseball slapping a mitt
and the indistinct voices
of a man and a boy
my fingertips comb
the new grass.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-03-19 at 10:54
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