Time Change in Florida #2
Time Change in Florida #2
Sapped, yes. But not finished. Not yet.
So what if I mostly live in my head?
Who says I have to be out running around
improving body income outgo technical savvy?
The dizzy awe of a Southwestern canyon at my feet,
a clean expanse of sunlit snow, a seat at a small iron table
on a terrace near a bridge spanning a shady canal, a few ducks. Yes. I do yearn,
but fuck that. The wizardry of Greek goats on the cliffs,
the exquisite calm of Prince Edward Island, conquests and seductions—
random delicious recollections lively and reasonably true live on
in Whitmanesque abundance, drifting, thundering, startling.
Come to my sunny room. We'll lie in my ancient bed,
sing German Lieder, dance the pavane.
Come to my spacious room. Help me get this right.
"Come to my sunny room."
Beautiful, nostalgic poem.
Lovely work.
Musical rhythms that tip just so and lovely yearning that lifts to the spot. *
Rich and bountiful. Seductive.
Hauntingly beautiful...love the last stanza.
Nice moves through this piece -
"lively and reasonably true live on
in Whitmanesque abundance, drifting, thundering, startling."
A great closing. A good, good piece.
This poem made me go "Ahhhhh."
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Love this. Perfect closing, welcoming. I particularly love the final sentence.
Living in your head is a good thing. Love this, Nonnie. *
*, Nonnie. Superb work.
*, Nonnie. Superb work.