This Year’s Fluff
This year the fluff of sycamore
hovers
rains
speckles
puddles
skydives past barely budding April branches
onto lawn impatient for mowing
sticks to shoes for a lift to kitchen’s
catch-all mats
This fluff’s seeds have little chance
of raising up bold sycamores
yet they earnestly pursue
their windblown games
much as I ponder how to juggle
unruly words to verses
knowing they’ve hardly
a chance to quicken
in printer’s ink
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Nancy, I laughed at the idea of this seed’s game “skydiving” into your life, latching on wherever it can! Your words, however, stick to the heart and grow there!
Really like the way you’ve made this personal at the end, that sigh we all have about whether we’ll see our poems in print, whether they’ll stand the test of time. But like those seeds we keep on.
Nancy, such powerful imagery to project upon so effortlessly!
Ahh, yes!
juggle
unruly words to verses
knowing they’ve hardly
a chance to quicken
in printer’s ink
At spring equinox this year, we were graced with a flurry of what we at first thought was snow or ash from the bonfire, but turned out to be sycamore seeds. It was really awe inspiring. Beautiful description here, and a clever tie-in to the seeds of a poem!
skydives really works
Love imagery and the turn in the last stanza.
My favorite lines:
sticks to shoes for a lift to kitchen’s
catch-all mats
their windblown games
a chance to quicken
in printer’s ink
Really the whole poem’s wonderful; I love the way you bring the “fluff” & their hope for bringing forth trees to your own hope for bringing forth poems to be published.
I love using multiple verbs to really convey the movement of something, so this was wonderful to read! But the ending was also great: “knowing they’ve hardly/ a chance to quicken /in printer’s ink” was lovely.