morning after he died,
I stare at red willows
wonder why they’re so beautiful
*
already vanishing
this snow as it falls—
best start kissing now
*
this old idea—
I slipped it on like a silk dress
lined with glue
February 1, 2015 by Rosemerry
morning after he died,
I stare at red willows
wonder why they’re so beautiful
*
already vanishing
this snow as it falls—
best start kissing now
*
this old idea—
I slipped it on like a silk dress
lined with glue
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Great title. It forces me to look at the issue of time as represented by the three poems. I wondered at first about the first one, if you were experimenting in tense as an issue of time. But the other two don’t carry that interpretation, so I let it go. I see old and new. I like them, but can’t work the time connection out neatly — perhaps it’s not supposed to be neat.
of the three, i like the third, most; and am planning on posting it to our hospital’s menu board as, Quote of the Day.
“wonder why they’re so beautiful” _I’m_ wondering who/what is included in, “they.” just the “red willows”? “he,” too? and maybe, too, “morning[/mourning] after he died”?
“better start kissing now” but, ahh… will these kisses also vanish as they fall? and if so, then it’s it wonderful that that’s not reason enough to stop kissing, but rather, to get crackin’ with it.
and how i do love this old idea of mine, how it fits how it shimmers in the light. but, eck!, now that i’ve slipped in on, i can’t take it off, without a lotta hair pulling and rending of flesh.
perhaps the “experiments with time” are what results from the readers’ reactions to each of these three.