I'm just the type for whom
no end is suffix (ient):
tap (drip, drip, drip)
where is the beer, the syrup, the flow in this day?
clip (ed) to the
dock
do I mean to to say kissed where my ship comes in
or pinned to the dry velvet of a leaf?
finish (ed)
board (ing)
shall I wave my handkerchief as I sail off
or thank the landlady for lunch as I wipe my lips
sliding my legs across the polished wood?
I must be at least two tired to get anywhere,
looking in wonder through the iris
that will bear
up under
the snow.
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~ by bonniemcclellan on December 22, 2010.
Posted in Art and Observation, Life In Italy, Poetry and Translation
Tags: Art, Bonnie McClellan, my work, poetry, polyvalent words, winter in Lombardia
I love the playfulness with which you tacklerumble the language Bonnie. I feel like a pedestrian on a bushwalk being leapt on from behind by a cyclist with a late-sounding bell and a tickle addiction!
Thanks Brad, I’m having fun with the polyvalent words. I found quite a few looking at your piece on the crescent moon…”wax” is amazing. Hope to see you at IPM 2MXI.