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Thursday, March 29, 2012

And Now...

Tree Across The Street Today


First Iris of the Season
another what
anticipation
since the bud gooey yesterday
today full formed two iris hands
bow to kiss lips over golden chins

my apple crunches breakfast tart
and sweetens morning 
on a branch
a mockingbird makes new noise
don't know those sounds-- almost
like the whir of fans or starting up
my new red car's motor and
off to meet very old friends

trilling heart to Tchaihovsky's violin
Pinchas playing concerto with Israeli
orchestrating my day as I find them

restaurant happy fills word by history and
many by mixed up with jobs and dogs
children in swimming pools moving
where, Arkansas & fixing up
served with salad and quiche
again the new car honks and waving

bye the music moves to Bobby Hackett
I'll Be Seeing You as I get home the
afternoon filters poetry of my current
floatlight and soft shadows

thinking fluttery about how
or maybe tomorrow's an envelope
color-wrapped of then but tastes
of now waiting for the transparent
texture of next


© Gay Reiser Cannon * 3/29/2012 * All Rights Reserved
Posted for Victoria C. Slotto @dVersePoets Pub - Meeting the Bar
Prompt "Live In The Moment"

13 comments:

  1. or maybe tomorrow an envelope
    colorwrapped of then but tastes
    of now waiting for the transparent
    texture of next

    Amazing. Perfect.

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  2. Thank you for sharing this poem...enjoyed it.
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

    http://siggiofmaine.wordpress.com/

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  3. A new red car- LUCKY! Thanks for sharing your day. I especially like:

    afternoon filters the poetry of my current
    floatlight and soft shadows

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  4. It's a Chevrolet Cruze - fully loaded. It's pretty cool for an old gal!

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  5. What a day. This poem reads like a whirlwind of activity!

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  6. Beautiful! "as I get home the
    afternoon filters the poetry of my current
    floatlight and soft shadows
    thinking what about then
    or maybe tomorrow an envelope
    colorwrapped of then but tastes
    of now waiting for the transparent
    texture of next" ...wonderful last lines...much enjoyed! :)

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  7. A poem full of delightful lines and images. Such as:-
    my apple crunches breakfast tart
    and sweetens morning on a branch

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  8. I agree, the ricness of the lines and images kept a smile on my face the entire read. and I am a sucker for trees. Love the photo.

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  9. Such a lovely flow and cadence and CLOSE. These last couple of lines really summed it up so beautifully. K.

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  10. Stream of consciousness pulling together such variegated strands of experience. Textured with bursts of sensory insight along with descriptive narrative. I like where this is going.

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  11. I know exactly what you mean...that sound that mockingbirds meant. Charles stole my idea: stream of consciousness thinking. Just wonderful, Gay. Thanks for your help with comments.

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    1. def got caught in the stream of your words and they whipped me along...new car...nice...just got a RIO last week and loving having dependable wheels to get around....def like how you touch each of the senses through out....and now i need to meet you as well....claudia was talking a bit of having met you while we were together this week....

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