rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Battered and Fried

Enervated by heat, I sit in unstirred air where buzzing insects whirl and swoop. Two dozen or more poppies are a bright explosion amid the quickly browning grasses. Chatter of birds gives way to chirping of insects, and yet there is barely a hint of cooling. Despite closing my eyes and trying to think of rippling streams in shaded dells, all that comes to my mind is the long, dusty path of summer stretching to a red-hazed horizon. I'm grateful for two things: the absence of wildfires and the sudden appearance of tiny buds on the jasmine which promise the imminent arrival of scented blossoms. If this is May, July will leave me a desiccated husk.

Sunday Verse

She was a Dove

by Gerald Stern

for Anne Marie

Red are her eyes, for she was a dove once,
and green was her neck and blue and gray her throat,
croon was her cry and noisy flutter her wing once
going for water, or reaching up for another note.

And yellow her bill, though white some, and red her feet
though not to match her eyes for they were more suave,
those feet, and he who bore down above her
his feathers dropped around her like chaff from wheat.

And black was her mood, consider a dove that black,
as if some avian fury had overcome her
and overtaken my own oh lackadaisical state
for she was the one I loved and I abused her.

Blue we lived in, blue was our country seat,
and wrote our letters out on battered plates
and fought injustice and once or twice French-kissed there
and took each other out on desperate dates.

And it was a question always should we soar --
like eagles you know -- or should we land and stay,
athe battle I fought for sixty years or more
and still go over every day.

And there was a spot of orange above the bone
that bore a wing, though I could never explain
how that was what I lived and died for
or that it blossomed in the brain.

  • Reset Twenty-Two, Day Six

    Monday brought more sleep, this time from about one o'clock in the afternoon until just after six in the evening. The one advantage of that was that…

  • Reset Twenty-Two, Day Five

    The sleep schedule weirdness is continuing. Sunday I woke up around two o'clock in the afternoon after sleeping almost eight hours, but when ten…

  • Reset Twenty-Two, Day Four

    Saturday got less slept away than Thursday or Friday but I still didn't get up until three o'clock in the afternoon. It's not like I'm missing much,…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.