June poetry gong: Deb’s #3

When the Sun Comes Out So Do the Flyers

Bits of fluff float, tiny
whirligigs of aspirational intent
as effervescent as spring in the northwest —
ephemeral spring triggered by a shy sun
that came into its own.

We have been waiting.

White flies? Maybe.
You lift as if on thermals too tiny to note.
I imagine whirling dervishes slowed
to consider my sluggish awareness.

Oaf. Only two feet, no wings, no sense.

And a phone call from home. Or two.
Hold onto those floating vowels that don’t quite
connect the me to you – a frayed braided story.
Something about the universe flying
and the soft green of freshly folded leaves, aloft.

That day you were lost souls gathered
for a festival of warmth, respite from clay,
slow dancing only when absent fire is hot — not
here long. And how did we know you were lost?

The white dust gathered & glowed.
And flew.

/ / /

And more for our first gong.

The sky was cloudless, today.

First Warm Days bring flying creatures who seem to inhabit another world.

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3 thoughts on “June poetry gong: Deb’s #3

  1. Deb, this is lovely. I grinned at: “I imagine whirling dervishes slowed
    to consider my sluggish awareness.
    Oaf. Only two feet, no wings, no sense.”

    It made me think of my reactions to complicated metaphor-bulging stream-of-consciousness poetry!

  2. Deb: Amazing!! This is one of my favorite Deb-poems, in fact!!

    I love the oaf line, too. Well, both of the stand-alone lines, actually.

    And I also love these:

    And a phone call from home. Or two.
    Hold onto those floating vowels that don’t quite
    connect the me to you

    We did it!! 3 bug poems in early June!

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