Anemone

Wind flower
open book

wheel that shares an axle
with the earth

your wild moods
are mead
to a solitary bee

let’s take all spring
to read the road

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave's writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the "share alike" provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

3 Comments


  1. I can’t even begin to say how much I love this.

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  2. I’ll break my vow of silence for this one.

    Okay, so I never took a vow of silence. I simply read Via Negativa each day and ruminate and meditate upon its fine offerings.

    This poem’s sound play, compression, and metaphoric imagery simply sends me into that ecstatic place the best poems send their readers.

    And it doesn’t hurt that it’s about one of my favorite flowers.

    Bravo, Dave!

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  3. I must admit I wasn’t crazy about this one when I posted it last night, but your comments have almost made me change my mind. Thanks! And thanks for breaking cover just to say that, Todd.

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