’twas fairy day at the artisan’s market
and soon they came around
lots of them of ev’ry kind
“the fairy poet takes a sheet o f moonbeam, silver white;
his ink is dew from daisies sweet,
his pen a point of light.
~joyce kilmer
water
Everything on the earth bristled,
the bramble pricked
and the green thread nibbled away,
the petal fell,
falling until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
Pablo Neruda
—
killarney, ireland
water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
– pablo neruda
yes, that is
a cookie groundhog
with a chocolate chip face
popping out of a bagel hole
covered in cream cheese snow
sprinkled with smashed up wafer cookie dirt .
—
in honor of world poetry day (yesterday)
and groundhog day (in february)
and bread and peace. (everyday)
—
“peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.”
-pablo neruda