Friday, March 30, 2012

Mr. Spring

Photo: Charles David Miller


When Venus and Jupiter
Surf the skiff of the sky,
When the city entices me
Into its labyrinth of the eye,
There I'll find my friends
And Spring with a feather
In his hair, with nowhere to sleep
But the end of the rails
And the beginning of joy.

13 comments:

  1. Lovely poem. Short, sweet, uplifting--like the subject--a wonderful falling and wafting feather. I like the photo, only in the case of this particular guy, I'm not sure about the joy! (But I do think the sentiment is true in the poem!)

    Great to meet you. Thanks so much for the effort! I forgot to give you my books! I will send if you send me your address. backstrokebooks@gmail.com

    K.

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    1. That is what was so surprising about this man. Though it seemed that is homeless, he simply exuded happiness. He was quite Quixotic. Maybe that kind of insanity makes sense.

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  2. Lovely and positive poem. my favorite lines...And Spring with a feather
    In his hair, with nowhere to sleep
    But the end of the rails
    And the beginning of joy.

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  3. the image of Spring in those last four lines-- just perfect. :)

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  4. This pleases me a lot. Works so well to the last lines. It's as light and playful as a "just spring" poem should be. Bella Primavera!

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  5. What an image--and the poem delves into its core to bring out a similar lightness--how very seldom we find those who are infused with Kundera's "lightness of Being..." but I feel this man is, and the poet as well, and after reading this, that Spring also is alive and well.

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  6. There are so many stories to be gleaned on the streets of a city. I would love to be able to sit down with some of these men and women and just listen to their stories. So well observed my friend. Hope you had a nice time with your "company."

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  7. "Surf the skiff of the sky" ... Love this!

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  8. I can just see you with a green beard :-)

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  9. I agree totally with hedgewitch - his lightness of being is what struck me about this joyful poem. Lovely.

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  10. i know him! i met him last year at the opening of the flowers at Macy's...what a character....he is joy personified...nice capture of him in your words too...


    great to meet you as well charles....will keep saving that dance for you...bwahaha

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  11. Very good poem, I enjoyed it very much!
    Thanks for the follow

    Wander

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  12. Love the
    "...nowhere to sleep
    But the end of the rails
    And the beginning of joy."

    The feel of the poem reminded me that song by Beatles: "...But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go..." A bit scary and uplifting at the same time. Nice.

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