Wednesday, September 5, 2012

moving between

this is the quiet hollow of pain before surrender
dull in it's persistence
and ringed in cotton quilts & ginger
chilled
on this last hot alfalfa night, of a long dry summer
hollow
but not.
gnawing
grinding
hollowness
of this piquant hour : midnight
restless mooned midnight
where somewhere on this last hot alfalfa night
a boy in a red truck waits under the big dipper for a girl in a hurry to grow up
hollow, but not.
timeless
stillness
fullness . .
jackson brown plays on a radio from a station just south of chicago
hollow buzz buzzing of energy puzzled into heart and thighs hot
the last hot alfalfa night of a long, dry summer. . . .
cotton & ginger

6 comments:

  1. I have posted this to Plum Tree Books. I hope you don't mind...always such engaging poetry, laced with slices of lemon...the bittersweet tinge.

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  2. Oh,a steamy end of summer days heart pounder...nicely done Susie.

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  3. DiAnne .. Niamh … thank you ❤

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  4. This is a feat, Susie! I love the draw between the sublime and the melancholy and the flow is like stream on consciousness. Fantastic!

    And oh...this is Cher, formerly known as AskCherlock from blogging days. Couldn't sign into Google otherwise! :)

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  5. Oh hi Cher :) .. thank you …

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  6. Hi! I read your poem through several times finding layer upon layer of a sutlety revealed. Rushing to lose innocence in a red truck. Is that going into retro or my clouding in my own memories. This sizzles more than of a summer nights heat. You caress the words so beautifully that they flow like honey dripping off the honeycomb. I love what you write. Beautifully written. Love it. Jennifer ~the secret keeper~

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