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
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).
I can’t even begin to say how much I love this.
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!
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.