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Thanks, W.G. McLeod, Brian, Donner, and Claire, for your song, stories, pics, and comments.
in the manila folder
the color of forsythia
a festival program
Nice one, Jee. Is that the post-NaPo festival? We should all go. I particularly loved the forsythia dropping its medals.
I like the use of 'festival program' because its a kind of natural juxtaposition. It makes me think of the order and disorder in nature.
You make just a couple of words do a mountain of thinking.
Thanks, Janet and Steven.
running into
a peck of pigeons
cloudburst
lit by the sun
the dogwood flicks
its white ash
waiting for
the white man
full moon
Jee, I like seeing these one place and then coming here to read them again, good work, tough to be so concise. You've captured spring well!
running into
a peck of pigeons
cloudburst
yes.
This has been one of my favourite threads, many crystal-clear moments.
Thanks.
Back to pick out one last round of highlights: The drag queen tulips are wonderful! (And of course they're late.) The forsythias are also great--especially the shots of them, since "hehe" is just such a drunk thing to type. The incognito ones are also particularly charming. The cloudburst of pigeons is just gleeful--it somehow reminds me of how my my old border collie loved to chase kites (the bird not the toy) for hours. And the white man moon poem is wonderfully multiply ambiguous: is the narrator looking at the man in the moon or mooning a white man, and if the latter, exactly what species of rude or erotic gesture is that meant to be?
It's been lovely reading you.
Thank you, Mary, Steven, triding, and Rachael, for reading.
Hi Jee, this is a superb thread, and I've enjoyed reading its contents a great deal. I love 'running into a peck of pigeons'; the contrast between the two kinds of movement is wonderful.
Matthew
Reading up on Gary Snyder today, I thought of your thread. It was a pleasure reading your poems in April.
...When
snow melts back
from the trees
bare branches knobbed pine twigs
hot sun on wet flowers
green shoots of huckleberry
breaking through snow.
...
-Snyder, A Berry Feast
Thanks, Matthew and Claire, for your company this NaPo.