Flavorite Things
I stroke the cat’s fur to hear her purr.
I love that sound, that and rain and train,
the water rush of wind in trees
their leaves rustling in relief,
brooks babbling, creeks bubbling,
rivulets running, streams sighing,
children playing, laughing,
lovers murmuring, friend’s hello,
wife’s I love you with bonus hug,
distant drone of airplane and buzz of fly
on hot summer day while lying in high grass,
church bell and Buddhist temple gong,
Westminster clock chime,
gospel and doo-wop harmony,
the drone of an old car on an older road,
bee buzz, surf slap,
me and you, baby coo,
bird chirp, cow moo,
your basic please and thank you,
most of Miles Davis,
and the silence of morning dew.
– Smith 1.30.2014
When you’re writing and posting a poem a day for four months, you take what you can get. I blog a lot I find less than fine, but they’re redeemed by the occasional wow I wouldn’t have written otherwise. I find many of the minor are liked by others while some I think zingers are ignored. Go figure, as Mr Vonnegut repeatedly said. The saving grace is the rewrite down the lane.
And I tell ya, writing a poem in an hour or so and then immediately posting it takes guts, arrogance, or a serious lapse of logic.
my Lady of the lake – fotosmith