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[mamculuna]

ganked from ann1962 and oursin

I knew when I planted
how little sun filtered
these close-needled pines
how meager's the sand
how voracious the blight
how melons rot
beans spindle
slug and centipede
succeed

It was
my instep though
the shovel scored
my fingers
the damp much shriveled
shedding seeds
in hoe-drawn lines
my neck the sun burned
as I thinned withered losers
staked the strong shoot
my heart
glory of okra bloom surprised
cream trumpet, purple throated
pistil’s staff gold-dusted
my eyes gauged
fat tomato
ripe in thunder
my tongue was anointed
my throat drenched
juice crunch
sparkle pungence
sliced sizzled canned
a steam a jar of summer

and in autumn’s garden
I uprooted
mildewed failures
leaves cores stalks
I hoed to rot
next year’s compost
against sand & shade
beetle & mold



When you see this, post some poetry in your journal. Leave me a note to tell me you did. There can never be too much poetry.

Comments

[altaego.livejournal.com]

How about song lyrics?

[mamculuna.livejournal.com]

If they're poetry--or even if they're not! I'll check for yours.

[ladystarlightsj.livejournal.com]

Posted. And I got one of Sharon Old's books from the library today -- looking forward to browsing through it.

[theli-93.livejournal.com]

Posted one of my own.

[wombatina.livejournal.com]

no post yet, but much love of poems about bugs and tomatoes and things rotting.

[mamculuna.livejournal.com]

Thanks!