Florets and ripeness
September 5th, 2022“Dinosaurs Smelled Magnolias”, Dalton Day
I’ve come across this before, but it’s nice. & so I do & so I do. Funnily, this poem seems to be popular among Reddit and Tumblr-type communities, but doesn’t have any prints online from the usual sources.
Here’s a little excerpt from Lucia LoTempio:
I loved a man. I loved. I don’t know how else to begin.
And some from Izumi Shikibu:
My body–so used to you. Even to think of forgetting, too sad to consider.
And then, a favorite from Ocean:
I miss you more than I remember you. Always this line. Sometimes I wonder if this is even possible, but surely it is. It just implies that missing has little to do with knowledge. And so here we sit.
From John Cage, a love letter:
Please kiss whatever part of you you can reach for me. I humored it, and tried it. Was nice. A kiss has inherent gentleness, no?
“Courtship of Land and Sky”, Dawn Macdonald
humm hummmmm
“The Girl’s Dream Journal (September)”, Rebecca Macijeski
“September afternoon, at four o’clock”, Marge Piercy
I really like this one, do read it. Particularly its conclusions, there is no other wisdom, I am here now, take me while I am ripe, and such.