Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
I potted this tiny plant in March. I watered it and cared for it all summer. I was patient. Yesterday, November 16, 2012, it produced one perfect white flower. I went outside this morning and it was pink. I swear to you, my heart lifted. I live for surprises like this.
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"I slept the afternoon, but you know what Breton says: I was not in the mood for visitors. Picture yourself inside that word. And yes, my house is a word, but my words, aren’t they words also? Today, the sky just wouldn’t happen. Today, I was blind-sided. Neither pain, nor its powdered absence. Like most days, I became the kitchen sill. I’m simply saying what I always say: what is lace-winged cannot be strong."
Olena Kalytiak Davis, from: "And Her Soul Out Of Nothing", page 3
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"I'm feeling terrifically heavy.
I'm feeling as well-grounded as the dead." ~Olena Kalytiak Davis, page 19
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"Oh, my cloud covered heart." ~Olena Kalytiak Davis, page 3
I'm on my fourth or fifth reading of "The History of Love" by Nicole Krauss. This book is in my top five favorite books of all time, ever. This book led me to my #1 favorite book:
"The Street of Crocodiles and Other Stories" by Bruno Schulz. This book has no equal. Do not die having NOT read this book. It will change your life. I weep all the way through it every time I read it because it is too much---too beautiful, too rich, too unique. After reading one chapter, I realized that I looked at the world through new eyes. (Also, knowing that Mr. Schulz was shot in the head at age 50 by a Nazi and that his magnum opus, "The Messiah" was lost just breaks my heart into a million pieces.) But reading this book is like falling into a lake of color & words & otherness & mystery & magic. It is like no other book on earth. And then I read that Ms. Krauss is married to the writer, Jonathan Safran Foer, which led me to fetch my copy of:
"Tree of Codes" by Jonathan Safran Foer which is more a work of art than a simple book because he took "The Street of Crocodiles" and selectively cut out words to create a new book which is in itself a miracle and a wonder. And then I read more books by Ms. Krauss and Mr. Foer.
One tree is
black. One window is yellow as butter.
A woman leans down to catch a
child who has run into her arms this moment.
Stars rise. Moths
flutter. Apples sweeten in the dark.
from "In a Time of Violence",
1994 W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., New York, NY
I shared this poem with a friend last week. It was the first poem I'd ever read by Eavan Boland and I fell instantly in love with her poetry. It's a great day when you discover a new poet. This moment is all we have, so cherish it. It's what I'm trying to do.
Love & Blessings, Marion
"What saves a (wo)man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same
step, but you have to take it." ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and
Stars, 1939, translated from French by Lewis Galantière
I added a used tube ticket, kleenex, several Polo mints (furry), a tampon, pesetas, a florin. Not wishing to be presumptuous, not trusting you either, a pack of 3. I have a pen. There is space for my guardian angel, she has to fold her wings. Passport. A key. Anguish, at what I said/didn’t say when once you needed/didn’t need me. Anadin. A credit card. His face the last time, my impatience, my useless youth. That empty sack, my heart. A box of matches.
from: "Staying Alive: Real Poems for Unreal Times" edited by Neil Astley, page 116
florin - a former British coin worth two shillings or a gold coin formerly used in Eurpoe pesetas - monetary unit of Spain before the Euro anadin - a brand of painkiller sold in the UK