[ With thanks, too, to Nic S. and Dave Bonta for this… ]
How long does hunger hold? Or joy
forestalled? I know that hunger climbs
the trunk of the tree, persistent at its task.
If only each open cup, each well
of blossom had drink enough to douse
that flame— If only the moth that scrolled
its richly tattered cape across
the bark had a mouth; if only its four
half-moons were radiant feast,
enough to settle my restless songs.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Aperture
- Familiar
- Landscape, with Ruby-Throated Hummingbird
- Prognosis
- Listings
- Grenadilla
- Aubade
- El Sagrado Corazon
- Consolation
- Three (More) Improvisations
- Reconnaissance
- The Gift
- Goldfinch in the Garden
- Talon
- Happiness
- Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser
- Defense
- Petition to Fullness
- Heart you Want to Lead in from the Cold
- Unending Lyric
- Trace
- Prospecting
- Dear modest four-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath
- Shit
- Ode to the Pedicure Place at the Mall
- Defiler
- Letter to Attention
- Real
- Discordant
- Dowsing
- Landscape, with Incipient Questions
- Letter to Stone
- Orison
- Milagrito: Eye of the Raven
- Epithalamium
- What You Don’t Always See
- Going to the Acupuncturist in the Market
- What Cannot Eat
- Migrant Letters
- The Road of Imperfect Attentions
- In the Country of Lost Hours
- Morning Lesson
- Reprieve
- Song of the Seamstress’s Daughter
- Landscape, with Construction Worker, Ants, and Gull
- End Times
- Dream Landscape, with Ray-bans and Leyte Landing
- Pantoum, with Spiderweb and Raindrops
- Assassin’s Wake
- Shroud Villanelle
- Dear Annie Oakley,
- Landscape, with Red Omens
- Late Summer Landscape, with Twilight and Daughters
- Ghazal of Unattainable Silence
- Try
- Occasional
- Distance, Then
- Turning
- Noon Prayer
- Acompañamiento
- In the Convent of Perpetual Adoration
- State of Emergency
- Storm Warning
- Charms
- Goodbye, Irene
- The Lovers
- Currents
- Dream of the Four Directions
- Chainus
- Lost Lyric
- Dear recklessness, dear jeweled
- Gleaning
- Bearing Fire
- The Summer of the Angel of Death
- Veneer
“scrolled//its richly tattered cape” is really fine. Glad someone follows my Wikipedia links! Posting a couple things to the Smorgasblog, I noticed you seemed to have paused in the middle of drafting a poem (I didn’t peek!) and I wondered why.
The pausing seems to have been happening more of late, too, because my kids are home now mostly in the summer :P More distractions. I also multi-task something piteous sometimes (cooking, laundry, etc.) … But tonight, that beautiful little video was *the* distraction.
Yes, distractions galore are summer–children and sleepovers (with the hungry) and ferryings and people asking for “a favor.”
I like what Dave likes particularly!
Hope we both nab some writing and reading time today amid the mayhem.
Marly, I am so tempted to use a K9 (from Dr. Who) ringtone for my phone: “Danger, Mistress! Danger!” :P