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Changing Rhythm

 
At the edge
of the field
was the bank
where the boy
used to stand
and throw rocks
for the joy
of the splash
and now
his mom
stands there
alone
sometimes
she throws
a rock,
surprised
each time
when the joy
of the splash
is still there.

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Walking the ridge when the sunset
is almost a memory, my daughter
and I make our way through the dark
and we sing an old tune taking turns
with the words and although we can’t see
the dirt road right beneath us, we trust
the road’s there as we step, step again, step again—
it is like that, this life, we lose sight of the path
but sometimes there’s singing,
and sometimes, a loved one’s beside you,
and how does this happen,
the dark’s no less dark,
and the path’s no less lost,
but your feet stay in synch as you step,
step again, step again.   

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for Naomi


Into this time capsule
of our conversation
I add a shovel and two trees,
a candle (of course),
a black and white button,
a closing door,
an inner knocking,
a cat box, tears,
wise words from a monk,
what isn’t here,
a dissolving dream,
long ribbon of laughter,
a letter that survived
four years of weather,
books we’ll never read,
the great hole inside,
sorrow that will be with us
until we die, and …
and whoever finds this capsule
couldn’t possibly guess
how this strange collection
nourished two friends.
It just looks like a shovel
and some other strange things—
but for an hour,
oh friend, we had wings.

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June Song


 
 
I wake into the summer light
with summer skin and summer
eyes and breathe the summer’s
perfumed air and wear the sunshine
in my hair; and all around me
summer sings, cicada clicks and
broadtail wings. And evenings
steep in a honeyed glow
that transforms all the world
to gold. And if there is a winter
dream, I cannot find it in this
time when swallows wheel
and all is green and I’m
a wild and summer thing.

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That time of year thou mayst in me behold …. Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

            William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73

And though the leaves may fall and molder,

though the winter nights get colder,

and though, my love, we both grow older,

may the choir in me that sings for you

be ever clear and ever blue—

the stream beneath your red canoe.

And though it seems that time’s a thief

and leaf subsides to crumbled leaf

and though the days are gnawed by grief,

may I sing for you forever sweet

in tunes both tame and indiscreet—

sing bare, unruined, my heart, my beat.

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via Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Reads May Swenson

 

Friends, I’m excited about this chance to gush about one of my favorite writers, May Swenson, on Sundress, one of the best poetry blogs on the net!! There are two recordings of me reading  her work, then you can read add I totally geek out on her masterful use of meter and internal rhyme and metaphor…. I hope you fall as in love with her work as I am.

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Swell, stutter,
tremble, flutter,
stumble, grasp, contract,

waddle, falter,
rise up, wither
wander, linger, gasp,

squat, break,
spread, quake,
writhe, clench, fall, breathe, groan,

wrestle, shake,
push, unmake,
release, arch, push, hum, moan,

shudder, sweat,
quiver, let,
crown, push, open, tear,

cradle, hum
unfold, undone,
stare, wonder, weep, revere.

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I say later,
she says now.
I say, do it,
she says how.
I say hurry,
she plays slow.
I say stop,
she says no.
I say wait,
she says why.
I say share,
she says mine.
I say sleep,
she says play.
Another night
Another day.

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