If I could open the window and find you stirring the sky till it looks like a collage, If you could bring me magic that I might dress myself with rain, If we could listen to our shadows on a night picnic, both of us most mad and moonly, If we could allow ourselves to be visited by words, joywriting with controlled abandon, In poem sound and song we would discover our real names.
Poem title from chapter 10 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
The poem above is made up of chapter titles from Susan Wooldridge’s poemcrazy book. Below is my second response to Monty Vern’s Silver Lining June collaboration, in which the last words in each line are the key words, in order, of the given quote. Peace to our ♥s!
[“It is in the smell of an avocado blossom, and in the true passion of a kiss” from “The Unnamable River” by Arthur Sze]
The Senselessness of Long Covid
~after Arthur Sze
Now you must accentuate sight, having lost smell.
Though slices of tomato, yellow pepper and avocado
Masquerade on a blue plate as a festive blossom,
Artistry is a pretty poor substitute for taste, it’s true.
No wonder you consider them with little passion,
Even a slight revulsion, like an elderly uncle’s kiss.