and it is delirious
and it is delirious
the ruby orange jewelweed
fills in the wet woods, loosely
guarded by a mess of redstarts
gaily flashing in the trees.
waxwings drunk on fermented
berries are mechanical pulleys;
they hang freely and swing
between abstract extremes.
from out the lush wingstem,
a golden frog with golden eyes
is my sweet surprise.
i let go my designs. my heart
is pendulous, as silver spotted
skippers land on American
bellflowers which somehow
last the heat.
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I love “golden frog with golden eyes” followed by the rhyme, and finally giving oneself to the delirium. Your poem has introduced me to new birds and flowers.
thanks i think the heat caused my delirium most of all! the flowers and birds i write of are all seen in KY unless i state i am in Cleveland which i am here and there…
I love the sounds and images – the mess of redstarts, the drunk waxwings, the golden frog. Do you live in Paradise?
Haha…i do live between Pleasureville, KY and my boyfriends in Waddy. this poem takes placeat my friends bog on her farm i like to explore. the bog has thick woods and many little inhabitants! thanks for the kind words.
Love the title. And the poem is fantastic–like the pulleys image and the ending especially.
thank you the birds really do hand like pulleys and the forest seems so pendulous with things moving everywhere and my thoughts back and forth from grief to peace.
Your knowledge of the landscape and its inhabitants is evident in your words and images. Great job…
thanks..when i planted myself in Pleasureville, KY i decided to learn my native plants and birds and such..and write what i see on my walks in local woods and farms.
What a lush, glorious poem. Particularly loved the lines “my heart / is pendulous,” as my heart was reading your poem.
Thank you for this beauty.
Such strong lovely images!