Florets and ripeness

“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

“Staying After”, Linda Gregg

“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.