September 07, 2009
Monday Poem
Lucky Again
Yesterday today
might never come but
I'm lucky again
It did and here you are
my bulwark against
a stark sea
In the garden you began
years ago in our plot of sand
where little grew but
wild strawberries
close to the ground their
tendrils groping dry earth
we now have hibiscus
with blossoms the size of
dinner plates
and day lilies in colors
of all things that make
death an illusion
For years under your baton
we’ve sown our sand with
death’s stuff
mown grass, dry leaves,
the remnants of meals,
manure of nearby farms
until what was dry is lush
was empty is full
was barren is flush
Today tomorrow
may never come but here
you are and I am..................................
lucky again
Posted by Jim Culleny at 12:15 AM | Permalink
Comments
One of your best. Thanks.
Posted by: J. H. | Sep 7, 2009 8:04:03 AM
Beautiful. Time passes, moves forward (never back), we get old. A garden and the love of a good woman make it all fresh. Be here now.
Favorite stanza:
mown grass, dry leaves,
the remnants of meals,
manure of nearby farms
The sound and cadence, the domesticity, the routine, the practicality of it all .... leading to something "lush, full, and flush." Very nice.
Posted by: downstreamer | Sep 7, 2009 8:05:07 AM
Lovely. Vielen dank.
Posted by: Abbas Raza | Sep 7, 2009 8:43:03 AM
Ah, endless love. Wonderful, Mr. Culleny.
Posted by: lambness | Sep 7, 2009 11:20:20 AM
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