If

I could

become a color:

clear water, dark night

blue

inspired by Song of the Lark by Willa Cather

“She could become a mere receptacle for heat, or become a color, like the bright lizards that darted about on hot stones outside her door; or she could become a continuous repetition of sound, like the cicadas.”

(elevenie)

Poetic Forms

The form of my work

The form of my thoughts

The form of my words

The form of my poems

The form of my truth

inspired by Notes from and Absence and a Return by Wendell Berry

Knowing

how do

you know

they taunted

I just do

she thought

knowing slipped

through

she never knew

why

inspired by Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being, “what the soul knew”

Time enough

how many moonrises

how many sunsets

will be time enough

            to forget

when I remember

your stride mirroring mine

your hand nested in mine

how then can I have lost

the sound of you

inspired by, “for others the hands of the clock can go round till kingdom come and not cure anything.” William Maxwell, “So Long, See You Tomorrow.

*Dailies are my own practice of writing daily poems based on my commonplace book. A dithyramb is a usually short poem in an inspired wild irregular strain according to Merriam Webster.