a poem a day in the month of may
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)
[Note: experimenting with the extended form of haiku called tanka]
You may harvest peas;
I’ll eat your peas with gusto
While gathering words,
Simple words plucked from stardust,
Reflecting a woman’s soul.
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It is the time of planting.
A long winter forestalled
The excited dropping of seeds
In the turned ground,
Re-discovering water spigots
And long hoses,
Tiny hand-written signs
To map the anticipated
Crop of green shoots.
I am planting poems,
Harvesting the words
Dropped into the
Fertile ground of my being,
Tending the flow
Of desire and imagination,
Discovering the map
Of my heart.
Let’s set a table
Together.
Your leafy greens,
My tendrils of thought,
Entwined in conversation,
Sating our appetite
For belonging.
A Streak of Teal 