Sunday, July 25, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

My Summer View

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"Bicycles"
by Nikki Giovanni (from her book Bicycles Love Poems)

Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt

Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right

Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter

The dog thinks
I need a kiss

Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth
Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there

All day long I wait
For the sunset

The first star
The moon rise

I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers

5 comments:

  1. Jim, I love the line about the journey under the quilt of my back touching you.
    This poem feels so much like you and Andi. Oh and a dog thrown in.
    The shadow of the powerline makes an optical illusion on the road--a bump or hump where the line crescendos at the pole.
    Safe riding.

    Sonboy back in Durant and daughter goes back to Austin today.
    Then I better enjoy the solitude. Brother and his three cats arrive Thursday. Here's hoping his house sells and he gets a job and can find his own digs soon. Not sure how all the critters will take to each other. What we do for family.

    Have gotten words on paper every day. It's a good thing.

    Relaxing Sunday to All. Except Lori that we haven't heard from in a while. To her and hers a great beginning of the week.

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  2. Morning! Jim, it appears that you sat up and took the picture while in motion. I put many a mile on a bike that way, too. Interesting poem — I think Lisa nails it, it's you & Andi.

    Happy writing, Lisa! And good luck with the brother moving in, hope he's moving out quickly (yes, I know all too well how those things usually go). M.A.E., however, is scheduled to be moving out weekend after next; she signs the lease on her apartment tomorrow.

    Mason woke up around 6 this morning, and Mrs. Fetched brought him into our bed. We all zonked out for a while, I slipped out at 8 for coffee & cereal. About 45 minutes later, I got another cuppa and he was sitting up in bed grinning at me all the way across the house.

    Hope to be back later… coffee & doughnuts for all who come after…

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  3. Lisa & Farf, maybe it's this line that makes you think of us when reading the poem:
    "The dog thinks
    I need a kiss"

    Kelly, I'll have to look in Runny Babbit: A Billy Sook by Shel Silverstein for some poems.

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  4. I love love love this poem. Best ever. More, please!!

    And I'd ride a bike on roads if there was no traffic like this one...

    Having an amazing time in Seattle. Great friends, great wine, great conversation. All great (well, except for the Mariners beating the Sox today, boo). Perfect weather - tons of fun. Leavenworth and Lake Chelan tomorrow. Home Tuesday. Then hitting the keys hard to finish my WIP by the end of August. Keep me on track, folks!

    Yay to Lisa for words on paper. That's how it's done. And yes, I miss Lori and Janet and O and 'head many of our regulars..

    Go Kelly go!

    Bedtime. If I don't stop in tomorrow, you'll know where I am. Big hugs to all.

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