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
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
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 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.