An ambulance just went past, lights and siren, glittering in the rain like teeth.
No snow here. It's 57 degrees. Did I mention the rain?
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This weekend: Davis Cup tennis on my tv, a big Target expedition which resulted in the purchase of several particularly soft and fleecy things, some reading, couple new poemdrafts. Dark early.
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. . . Tonight,
driving south towards home, I counted six struck deer
in two hundred miles: legs askew,
the terrible white of their throats, twisted round
to gaze up into that starry mess. Into whatever
they understand of maps, of heaven.
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The rain this afternoon
wants in, wants in so bad . . .
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December. How did that happen? I wasn't finished with July yet!
At the same time, I am starting to plot about something that I can't even start for another year.
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We act as if the wind
is personal. . . .
. . . As if
the hell it wants to blow us to
is real . . .
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If my poems were a TV series, weather would be the guest star who shows up all the time but you can never remember his name so you say "Hey! It's That Guy again!"
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I used to like blue and purple best. Lately, it's been teal.
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That thing is still in my attic. Better do something about that.
Better do something about anything, about a lot of things. Yes?
Yes.
6 comments:
"If my poems were a TV series, weather would be the guest star who shows up all the time but you can never remember his name so you say 'Hey! It's That Guy again!'"
LOL
"...Tonight,
driving south towards home, I counted six struck deer
in two hundred miles: legs askew,
the terrible white of their throats, twisted round
to gaze up into that starry mess. Into whatever
they understand of maps, of heaven."
Anne, are these your lines? I adore these lines! Wow. I wish I'd written them.
Jilly: :)
Eduardo: Yep, those are my dead deer, pulled out of this absolute mess of a poem I'm working on. Glad you like the lines -- that makes my day!
I really, really like those lines too. Really caught my breath for a moment when I read them. Seriously, wow!
Weather shows up in my poems a lot too. I suspect it's a Midwestern thing (not exclusively, of course, but particularly).
Several inches of snow here this past weekend, and supposed to get a few more tomorrow. During the past week it was 7 degrees a couple of mornings when I got to work. Just four or five more months of this. :]
Lyle: Thanks! I think I may start off with those lines as I revise the poem (which really is a mess right now).
I think you're right about weather in poems being a Midwestern thing. I once told someone that I thought weather, for Midwesterners, fills the place other poets fill with mountains, oceans, etc. -- our geography isn't all that eye-catching, but our weather certainly can be. :)
This was full of quiet, beauty. The gnarled deer become a meditation.
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