Sunday, April 12, 2015

Poem #6

Write a things-are-not-as-they-seem poem. [Poet's note: this was also a result of an exercise that called for the use of eight specific words as well as a reworking of a proverb.]


"Catching Fireflies of Memory"

The whir of bees hums over honey jars
while the vinegar washes away
the blackberry stains on the porch.
Listen to the voice in their buzz:
it sounds like your mother singing
a lullaby of clouds licking honey
licking vinegar licking blackberries
Your mother singing through
the eye of a needle, her voice singing
at the edge of a cliff, her singing
a lullaby of clouds honey
vinegar and bees--
Oh, how you miss her.

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