Morning Lyric

Wear the red you can’t even say in language.

Sing in the muddy yard, garrulous as an unmarried uncle.

Make the soaring crackle long radio waves in the blood.

Torch the yellow of lemons into limoncello.

Render the salt from green pickled buds.

Undo the leathered buttons of your cardigan.

Make a promise that is a giving and not an asking.

Tell it even if it’s only partly true.

 
Luisa A. Igloria
03 18 2011

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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6 Replies to “Morning Lyric”

      1. So, I mean, you’d have to write eight more poems based on Morning Porch poems from this winter. Round numbers ain’t worth that much IMO. Remember too that there are actually four more poems in the series than the number reflects, since early on I bundled a few into one post. Also, if you count that series of letter poems we made, you’ve already exceeded 100 poems at VN.

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