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hello grace by Coleen Shin

what is lost with the disavowal of youth, the sickness of our twenty-one
as swifts through  doorways, music and ecstasy made rabbit this

and rabbit that, and what potion to make me small and bits of clothing fallen
the sweat licked from a troubadour’s hip ambrosial, a hotel shower curtain

the purest white ever known, the sludge on a stiletto heel, a mystery
to be solved by curious test, a sniff then cursed for its stench and tenacity

the city that would follow when finally we slept, amidst duck ponds
and limber wrists, invisible stamps that illumine by ultra violet lite,  a park

with that one dear friend reckless and innocent as I, curled as ivy around
the other for warmth and joggers and walkers and horse mounted policemen

simply watched over, rose white and rose red, the communal slumber
on a picnic blanket, two melodious,  snoring girls, recently from the sticks

mute in the light of  insane naivety kept  a hush,  kept their distance
from a tableau almost perverse spectacle but for the dozen white duck

that surrounded us with gentle bird bon mots, plump little cracker fed fowl
a shimmering guard that moved away when finally the sun fell full on our faces

  1. deepee10
    June 7, 2010 at 1:45 pm

    Love the lilting tenderness and inventive-plump little cracker fed fowl–linguistic line-ups on display here.Much to listen to and enjoy going on here.

  2. June 7, 2010 at 1:58 pm

    thank you so very much.

    What I love about writing poetry is the very right we have to make of any experience what it was, and sometimes, what we wish.

    this is perhaps both. lol, there were certainly ducks.

  3. June 7, 2010 at 7:34 pm

    Lovely, Coleen. Graceful, indeed.

  4. drwasy
    June 7, 2010 at 10:01 pm

    Coleen (C!), I read this in the five minutes I had to gobble lunch in a very packed day, and a much-needed calm overtook me. Grace? Yes. Your poem imbued me with it. Printed out for pulling out when a hush is needed. Thank you, and peace…

  5. June 8, 2010 at 12:54 am

    gentle bird bon mots — love that. thanks for sharing this!

  6. Darryl P.
    August 19, 2010 at 10:38 am

    ..plump little cracker fed fowl..there’s simply a lot here to love for anyone who loves poetry. the music, the images, the sounds, the voice, the humanity. Nice job.

  1. June 15, 2010 at 7:39 pm

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