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The ever-present impatiens
meld to one solid color, every photon
releasing either platinum or pink, and soon
the pink will be platinum. I too am molting color,
bleeding all wavelengths off into the periphery.
Where are the reds and purples and lime greens?
Aquamarine against lilted yellow sky?
The wind slips through cracks unbundled:
ineluctable soup of dream, an old dog barking
inaudibly with its own way of saying gray,
light gray, and the long perfect note of white.
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Those lines about the dog really made me smile,
ReplyDeleteEd. You are so good at painting what is invisible.
I take this as the vibrancy of youth, replaced or fading into the grays & whites of aging. Words are wonderful aren't they! I love how your knowledge of science is weaved within your poetry. Great job on the book :-)
ReplyDelete~ Kassie Patton
I love the thrown-apart colors, storm-ridden world, and the melding back together of gray and white--and a dog. Of course a dog, quieter than nature, holding the whole world still.
ReplyDeletei LOVE this, ed, and have to concur with stirling: how to find the symbols when what one is describing is invisible, inaudible, the change in barometric pressure felt within a body? dread hears a silent dog bark, as everything is overtaken with the hurricane, variations on gray and white like descending blindness cyclonic.
ReplyDeletepowerful stuff. i'm so glad that you and your family weathered the storm safely. i have a dear friend in the ny catskills who is suffering. she's not hurt or flooded, but she's alone and sick, her husband is gone to a sick mother who just had surgery (and whose farm IS flooded!), and the roads are all washed out! all around her is underwater. a stressful knot of circumstances. love. xoxoxoxoxoxo
The jump from impatiens to old dog amazes.
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