Thursday, August 27, 2020

Chrysanthemums

 


We beehive in the room

Lemonading & plumming our wine glasses

Smoked-cheese fingers, we willow tree on stools

Mapled by empty butterfly cocoons

Then, a sudden rain octupus the sky

We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds

Our voices frogging with ripe peaches

The hours humming, scent of petalled mums




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18 comments:

  1. I love the sense of fun in seeking the rain like that... there is such joy in this that make me think of the past times when we still met and played for real.

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  2. Chrysanthemums are such beautiful, globed flowers, and I am sad that I haven’t seen any for a long time. My grandmother was very fond of them and your poem reminded me of her. I love the verbifications, especially ‘lemonading’, ‘mapled’ and the phrase ‘voices frogging with ripe peaches’,

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  3. Luscious writing, Grace. I like those voices frogging with ripe peaches.

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  4. This is brilliant, and it has delicious imagery in the evocations you evoke, Grace. I'm stunned. I feel like I was reading poetry from the great E.E. Cummings, and I admire his work so much. I just love the creativity here, and the phrases you've made into verbs--they're delightful and vivid. Remarkable work, yet again, poetess. Also, I really loved this phrase:

    "Smoked-cheese fingers..."

    It makes me think of THE best smoked cheese there is, and that's smoked Gruyère. No one is going to tell me otherwise, NO ONE!

    Joking aside (no, really, smoked Gruyère is the best), I love this poem so much. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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  5. Enjoyed this very much, especially like “frogging” and “lemonading” ❣️🌹

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  6. I love "plumming" - so rich and fruity, so appropriate. Your verbing just knocks things off-centre a little, in a very enjoyable way.

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  7. Squirreling and plumming. Such fun!

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  8. Your really worked these big time. I think we all are behived at present, even if we are not behaved! A great analogy!

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  9. Lovely fantasy in the real world.

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  10. We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds
    Our voices frogging with ripe peaches

    Classic verbing Grace. Somehow they all clicked smoothly with the flow.

    Hank

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  11. 'scent of petaled mums' I'm reading as the human variety since chrysanths don't smell. I like this image.

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  12. So nice... Octopus the sky! Squirrel, frogging...

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  13. This is a beautiful poem. I am enchanted.

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  14. Smoked-cheese fingers, we willow tree on stools
    Mapled by empty butterfly cocoons

    —— Sweet and magical verbing of nouns, Grace. The last line filled me with petalled peace and the scenting of mums.

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  15. Great sense of fun and invention in this one! JIM

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  16. You outdid yourself on the prompt, Grace. A delicious poem!

    "We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds

    Our voices frogging with ripe peaches"

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