"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2016 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw.

Polly Alice

Friday, February 12, 2010

Winter Poem 2002

Winter 2002

He rings the frozen pond like a gong
He stirs last summer’s grass to chime
tink ting-rush

He hums a royal blue fugue to the moon
on a blue white night--

Shhh . . .  He silences
every whisker, shirr, and trissle
every creek, pip, and scrunch

I consult his opinion
He,  intern, kisses my cheeks red
with beard scuffed whispers

Listen to his new accent--
the red vine, the wick
grey branch bending in his gail

Here me now in his poem, lost
among all other voices
Here I am waiting

only living if planted in your dark
soul, hoping for a green world of words

Now is the time for peace and rest


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