lines from the archive (for Steven)

 




fragment

 

a prairie day, side by side, dreamily

admiring blue above, drifting clouds

 

susurrus of willowy grass, seed-heads 

keeping time, monet's palette of wildflowers

 

over-spreading prairie, gifts of

wind, buzzing bees, means zoophilous, 


overcome by petrichor, evocative

of childhood—would that love were so rich 

 

 

 

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Written on 2021-07-19 at 04:36

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I remember this one :) It's here that I learned the word 'petrichor'. The way this is written is of course very beautiful, made me drift away the first time, and it still does. Thanks.
2021-07-19


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You’ve sent me rushing for my dictionary three times in this lovely piece, Jim! Beautifully rendered and raised my vocabulary by three!
2021-07-19


Steven Riddle
Well it’s unusual to see that word in a poem. But what a word and what a poem. This is one of those poems that I didn’t want to see end—which is unusual for me as I tend to prefer shorter forms—but this shorter form could have gone on much longer and sustained my interest. Suggestive of Mary Oliver and perhaps even to some extent Kay Ryan, I really loved this, everything about it. Thank you so much.
2021-07-19