On Seeing the sky go /Bull Cow and imagining it was Spring.

On seeing the sky go Bull Cow and imagining it

was spring again. So

Good luck with worship,

gestural brush strokes (the pervading  spirit loci)

Tickseed Coreopsis dance to their own pagan drumbeat

no matter what the f**k the Amish mavens say to

me in their hats. I am the once young madwoman

standing at the makeup counter

or the earliest birds being petty in their deteriorating epochs. 

It must be salt or Charlottesville I wondered aloud. For I know men

who write soft poems with broad foreheads; thru thick curved horns.

These days I hum for knitted prizes

and from chemotherapy resin I arrange the gauze (with some wood pulp)

into raining Chinese dolls. I pulse like an ole Timex watch

needing it's back pried open. Did you gawk at my panties

as I sat on the bar stool? What i'm asking is,

is desire the same as the blown cotton  geisha on the bright

plantation meadow? This is how I know when to love. When the Belvidere

of rotten wood opens on all sides. When the blue draperies 

forecast: "Red moon has come"  get saved". Or from

your top floor perch you'de drag me, if you could. Tearing off my

freezing wings as we wrestled and twisted. Some say

that the forming Mishna adorns itself with gems. Use to be that beauty

was two smooth gravel beaches or a goshawk low flying the pasture.

Now well beloved, it is we, frozen springtime. It is

us.

Reviews

[redzone]

Hi Dana, your poem reminds me of they way Jesmyn Ward described Madea and Katrina with love and the desires of a young girl beginning to find her strength and the love she wanted.... in her book "Salvage The Bones" it is not clear if springtime came, though Katrina did change everything, as life and love were never the same again...

anyway, I loved the images that you wove here and also the way it took me to a springtime I once had... and I agree with Jacob, your poetry is worth looking forward to...

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend for those comments....and you had me scrambling for the reference you gave to me.....always good to learn something new...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

rebirth...spring again, imagining love before all the diseases, the hurts, the rotten wood...
in youth love is savage...sensual...the tearing of the clothes, then the tearing of the hearts...the blood runs colder with age, lukewarm at best...springtime that does seem frozen.
I always look forward to new work from you, dana.
this was worth waiting for.
j.

[h d e rushin]

you're correct again dear brother. Young love is savage in fact savageness is it's greatest feature; it's most outlandish extravagance. Spring is on the way my friend, I swear to this, even though I have a towel under the front door to keep out the cold. As for age making the blood run colder.....let's just call it experience,.earth wounds, alligator scars, Keloids that break through our erstwhile fragilities to reappear as strength....thanks for your kind words my friend...dana