Unusuality

tickings

 

sticks , broken sticks

 

sound of a dry winter

 

and a march wind

 

wandering in particularity

 

over daffodil muses

 

buried , forgotten

 

near a leafless tree

 

and a hungry honeybee

 

circles in concentric

 

instinct and silent clocks  

 

the knowing of 

 

that feeling 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Hayley]

I know exactly what you mean by a dry winter, with "daffodil muses"
I particularly enjoyed the second half of this poem with the "hungry honeybee", because the connection you make with it is deep. You just wait and wait because you know something will happen, but you can't speed up time. Very, very superb writing!

[An Ordinary Woman]

Beautiful. I'm looking forward to welcoming a march wind wandering in particularity over my garden.

[roarke]

I like the tucks in this poem, starts with "sticks" then buried, then instinct; those sharp hand folds that refocus the line, bringing the reader closer to the "knowing"

The last word, feeling, this whole piece is about feeling the instinctual knowing. Nice work.

[Ed Hart]

it's coming, it's coming, it's coming...i can feel the buzz of it

[patricia]

This is gorgeous. Thanks Robin.