I received a postcard poem from Josephine (that would be Josephine Clare, who lives in Geneva, New York, where my father was born and where he grew up, but Josephine used to live ALL OVER the world, and she's absolutely one of the most effervescent and tingling ALIVE persons I've ever met -- at MacGregor's in Canandaigua, following the Michael Rothenberg and David Meltzer and John Roche reading at Curt Nehring-Bliss's Honor's House Reading Series at Finger Lakes Community College in the fall of 2010). Here's the infinitely bright and shiny NEW "Spring poem" she sent. It springs with Life and energy and ALL good things, as April is NOT the cruelest month, really, except in our heads if we so CHOOSE, as we must sometimes but never always:
Magnolia
I stopped my Honda
at the red light
I lead a busy
quite important
life
gave the bare
tree at my right
a cursory glance:
hey, how about
the buds & blooms
it's spring
after all
can you believe
the tree talked:
No time to bud.
Busy.
I was appalled
Josephine Clare
Spring 2012
Incidentally, and I don't want to "ruin" anyone else's "read"/pleasure/interp, but aww Gosh, I HEAR
"awed," also, when I get to that last word "appalled" and all...
5 comments:
And maybe this is silly, but when I read "no time to bud" I heard colloquial "Bud", i.e. "hey, I got not time, Bud".
Stephen,
Yep, I'd say I "hear" that, too. Yep, Thanks, Stephen!
If you haven't already met Josephine, she'll be at the CLOUDBURST gathering in May.
I love this blog !
great effort keep it up
Hello The',
Thank you for ALL of your kind and encouraging comments! I look forward to visiting your blog, which I will add to my LINKs, also.
Take care, Steve :)
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