But it's still chilly and damp around here, not very Juney-looking or -feeling. We so needed the rain, but it bent down the tall spiderwort stems and compromised the gloriosa daisies just beginning to bloom. The spiderwort are leaning over the balsam stems that seem to grow 1-2 inches overnight when well watered. I'll see what I can do to lift, prop up, and tie back.
As if to make it a Random Coinciday in my little world, the new issue of YB Poetry is just up, #6: Plants, with 2 of my poems in it, a marvelous gallery of plant photos by Dorothee Lang, and a whole garden of marvelous offerings.
My poem, "A Blue Petal," though written from earlier impulses and intuitions, somehow gets at my mixed feelings today and my grief over Phyllis, who died yesterday.
I meant to say last post that I am sorry about your losing your friend, though the prospect of her pain free is so good.
ReplyDeleteYour poem Blue Petal makes me ache at the edges that are undefined. Really gorgeous.
Thank you, Ruth.
ReplyDeleteso honest with your aches, these poems speak for me, too.
ReplyDeletei am sorry for your loss, kathleen.
sherry
Thanks, Sherry. And thanks for your work on YB.
ReplyDeleteHi Kathleen,
ReplyDeleteLoved your poems - how effortless you make it seem. Both so good. Thanks, and sorry from me, too.
alles Gute
Thanks, Sarah.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry Kathleen.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the wonderful poems.
Thank you, Rose, and thanks for the wonderful YB #6: Plants.
ReplyDeleteKathleen, so sorry about your friend. Sending comfort.
ReplyDeleteThe avocado made me think of this poem by Alison Stine: http://www.versedaily.org/witmtea.shtml
Oooh, thanks for that Alison Stine poem.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for the comforts. I want to comfort her daughter, who is there in California, attending to everything.And I will, when she returns.