I posted this a year ago, but it's one of my favorite poems, so I'm reposting it on this fecund, rainy first full day of Spring. My flowers are blooming wildly. The bulbs I planted have every single one come up, eagerly, a miracle. I also recommend an amazing book of beautiful poetry, "Cloud Pharmacy" by Susan Rich. When I first bought it, I sat and read it straight through.
Happy International Poetry Day. Read a lot of poetry today and every day.
Blessings,
Marion 🌷🌹🌻🌺🌼
Trapeze
by Deborah Digges
See how the first dark takes the city in its arms
and carries it into what yesterday we called the future.
O, the dying are such acrobats.
Here you must take a boat from one day to the next,
or clutch the girders of the bridge, hand over hand.
But they are sailing like a pendulum between eternity and evening,
diving, recovering, balancing the air.
Who can tell at this hour seabirds from starlings,
wind from revolving doors or currents off the river.
Some are as children on swings pumping higher and higher.
Don't call them back, don't call them in for supper.
See, they leave scuff marks like jet trails on the sky.
from: Trapeze
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"What I am is all that I can carry." ~ Deborah Digges
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"We are what we don't throw away," ~Daniel, Rectify (Act As If, Season 2, Episode 5)
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