The Sound of White

written one spring when dandelions filled the air ... and my allergies went haywire

Dandelion fluffs amass in the corners of my porch

pretending

to be snow

completely naive and undone

 

waiting for me to speak from

the smallness of knees to chest

 

of the order and timing of the universe

arbitrarily familiar in sleep-deprived moments

of startled alone

 

It feels like letting go of the sky

this complication of symphonies in D and

amber fossils warming the temperature of ink

set about this page

 

But I listen for the sound of

your smile in the fullness of dreams

     in the hum of white.noise running along soft sheets

 

in the absolute physicality of snow in May.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

I've come back because... well, you know the reasons why your writing is hug in lieu of the human being for me, after so many years .. ..

' .. .. arbitrarily familiar in sleep-deprived moments .. .. .. of startled alone .. .. .. It feels like letting go of the sky .. .. .. this complication of - '

Sighing into Christmas, wishing you what you give to so many others over the years ..

[Neville]

Wow, I wish I had written this

[shultzfeather]

There you go, an openness about you. Touche startle. Enjoyed. I think I know you, really. Maybe your sister anyway.

[Ink Stained]

Interesting, especially with the various instances where "white" is discussed.

[Desert Dreamer]

These words made me smile, nature is always giving such wonderful gifts. I enjoy your use of language, such a peaceful feeling to your writing.

[Moflo]

This was pretty good. I loved your imagery and the description of said images was very well done! I love how it comes full circle with the dandelions and the snow and your last full stanza really holds the poem together. Great word choice and rhymes as well. Very nicely done.

[Call It A Day]

What a connection with nature! Comparing fluffs of dandelion to snow is a beautiful thought. After reading this piece, I felt like the sun had just risen. Thanks for this!

[emmajoy]

Utterly, wonderfully, sublimely timeless .. ' and amber fossils warming the temperature of ink set about this page '

Althought there's a lingering loneliness amongst your 'snow in May', everything you write makes me feel as if you're opening a bright horizon and inviting me into your thoughts

[Larry Dyson]

Lived in Denver ..you captured it.. on My porch ..in the sun and feeling the lingering cold but wanting the sunshine to dapple thru.

[Tate Morgan]

Yours is a case of a mind too beautiful for this world.Oh to be able to see the wonders we walk over