The singular and cheerful life
of any flower
in anyone's garden
or any still unowned field-
if there are any-
catches me
by the heart,
by its color
by its obedience
to the holiest of laws:
be alive
until you are not...
those princes of everything green-
the grasses
of which there are truly
an uncountable company,
each on its singular stem
striving
to rise and ripen.
What, in the earth world,
is there not to be amazed by
and to be steadied by
and to cherish?
Oh, my dear heart,
my own dear heart,
full of hesitations,
questions, choice of directions,
look at the world.
Behold the morning glory,
the meanest flower, the ragweed, the thistle.
Look at the grass.
What in the earth is there not to cherish?
The meanest human - Hitler? The drug dealer? The psychopath?
The full moon, with all its bright welcome in the dark night is down now and the owls are silent. Danger roams the woods, at least I know it's possible, so I hesitate to go for a walk alone in the black pre-dawn.
There is gore and glory before me this day.
May my dear heart know of both, and remember to look at both...
The flowers boastful upon the tulip tree..
The surprised bones half buried in the back woods
But I think I will always hesitate, waiting for just a little more light before risking knowing the world, loving the world.
Oh how my souls strives to rise up and my heart to open!
What in this earth do you cherish? Not cherish?
just the first drag off of a cigarette [(every hit after is poison)]
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honest persons, trusting someone, loving someone because you trust them because they want you to know who they are [(not recognizing dishonest people)]
click clack tap tap [(click clack ka-boom)]
:) I am being facetious with the click clack moo puns. I live in an area where I hear four animals sounds at night, owl, cat, bullfrog, and songbird. I make clicking noises and or dripping noises with my mouth when I hear imitations of the animals. I talk with the animals, they trust me though not all of them like me. The animals are easily able to distinguish the man and the beast.
The crow announces the man, silence announces the beast.
Poetry from you today!
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