march 23.

dana's writing love poems

 

   Daffodil, with their jonquil tar, hostile

   to the sticks of white, morrow as

   zinc mornings come of pome as bright.

   Brave resonance. 

 

   Quickly shows its scarves of need,

   its veils of scalps, schizogony.

   Seduced by sunshine black,

   segue follows but to bleed.

 

 

   Choose a tree, not the shipwrecked

   kind, and shoo away the bugs and limb.

   Make tokens bright and gestures brew

   but only in the light.

 

 

   Choose a spray, similar to bone, whose silage

   comes and goes with heat, whose curved like

   ankels, fragrent blooms, that just the

   signalmen can keep.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'march 23'
hderushin,
So many contrasts of colors, textures and feelings in this poem! It left a picture of beauty and peace but also of inner pondering and honest evaluation. You really brought out through your use of the jonquil and the ankle and other symbolic word use a different kind of expression of this particular day. It was wonderful.
Blessings,
Kathy

[h d e rushin]

2012 couldn't have been that long ago because I still drive the same Toyota...lol/ But I was looking for language and angles, you know Kathy, even spacing and textures...Poetry means your a crazy person or there is a substantial risk of taking off in flight/ perhaps both simultaneously. Thank you my dearest for your kind remarks...dana

[Kathy Van Kurin]

I see the language fitting in with textures-angles. Poety is also rather solitary as I have heard. this one was very special. You showed a side of yourself very intuitive.

[Einstein Noodle]

makes me dig and think ..can't help but wonder who the signalman is ...in the beauty of all the flower and fruit i kind of want to be him ;) the zinc mornings is unique, creative and makes me stop and consider it .. a beautiful poem of images and metaphor .. much of it just out of reach .. i will remember this one.
E.

[h d e rushin]

I wrote that so long ago....2012? But I remember the day perfectly...it was still windblown and the air was cool. I was trying my damdest to be romantic..........thanks for those words my friend...dana

[Einstein Noodle]

that tells me you are a thinking person as well ...romance is so all about the mind eh!?

[Michael X]

wow, that is intrinsically metaphorical. Gets the mind going! Everything a poem should be!

[h d e rushin]

thanks Michael x.......just getting my internet back on......miss you....and have a good holiday ....dana

[Frank]

Yes, narcissus, daffs are coming out soon
first a carpet of blue in the woods
then the yellow flowers across every scrap of waste ground

a poem of flowers, how apt, resonates with posy poem
they are brave to storm the end of winter and push up fro their bulbs
into an uncertain day in spring

asexual replication, how marvellous is that

is it ankels lower than or ankles same meaning I suppose

Zinc morning made me think of a cold day, a day that has dried out and everything seems to be covered by a veil of white, a dust white, dried out ... zink like,

Good poem with many hidden meanings maybe as the years unfold they will open up to us

[Emily B]

love and light should always walk together