Oh, and it’s my birthday, according to Google. A present, another poem from the forthcoming collection.
PACIFIC TIME
Cedar jungle.
Left coast.
Mellifluous bees and
Hummingbirds swarm the
Morning, a teeming creek
Bows to the sea.
Chocolate hens and hares
Consume the household
Quickly. Mugs stacked,
We steep, fuse. Volatile
Lives lampooned,
Bursts. Snipes. Rants
Compelling as a drowning cow,
Pert hustler rising in your skull,
But see, Howe Sound
Currents obviate
Previous episodes, ancient
Grievances, low levels.
Forget restitution.
Leave the old scow
To rot on the alluvial plains.
Just lovely. And happy birthay!
Thank you Colleen!
Enjoyed “Pacific Time”. You have a real gift with words and creating images with stripped down phrases. And lush phrases too; the two really interact well.
“Compelling as a drowning cow”–Love that ! 🙂
So glad you enjoyed it Nicholas and I greatly appreciate the feedback.
Worthy of a scratch at the post. A subtle bouquet. Not that intent lost it’s mark. It felt guarded. Condensed. Not unlike motes of one’s notes. If that makes sense.
I know it makes sense to you. Thanks Darcy.