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, may I call you Kim (some revisions 4/29/11)

by Julie Adams

—An homage to Kim Addonizio

I envision the afternoon (tea?) we
first converse

how I will be both flood and flutter at once
don't faint

stammering to hear you over this quantum frequency, electrons
connect even us

I think it is true every artist has
their story, and way

and while we poets seem to share warm doubts
like scones at brunch,

you swallow your mushrooms with fresh OJ,
a glow-stick pen in hand,

and where I met you, plainly, sans make-up and other armor,
was in the examples;

an array of delectable sweet shop jars, filled to the brim
with metaphors and spells

I saw you as a mentor then, a quiet shaman
your manuscript became; you

left me squatting on random spreads and in excerpt margins
for picnic hours

feet basking in the warm sunlight between blades of grass,
a light wine in hand,

and your gentle wind of spring poetry sprinkles a confetti
of cherry blossom images

an April shower of joy and sunlight, each page
sprouts new growth

and come the fateful fall of that tree my book will tattoo
with blood and fossils of human ink

I owe any harvest
I reap


Author's Note: ...thank you, Kim, for the poetry of you, and all your words can do!

Posted on 04/01/2011
Copyright © 2021 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/01/11 at 08:44 PM

The form in this is perfect. Really nicely executed.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/02/11 at 12:35 AM

...jewels, this is a soothing magical realism applied to someone real; well done. too many things to point out that puts one in the ropes.

Posted by E. A. Pugh on 04/02/11 at 06:51 PM

This took my breath away, a beautiful magic Ode for a mentor.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/04/11 at 11:10 PM

this poem reads and beats effortlessly like a heart which pumps and spreads the wealth of pure affection within it accordingly to feed every part which is human and in need.

Posted by James Blaylock on 04/06/11 at 07:50 AM

I really got lost in this piece, just wondrous. It had so many awesome things to make ones mind burst with beautiful images, too! You have such a magical way with your lovely pen. May it never stop flowing!

Posted by Tom Goss on 04/06/11 at 04:46 PM

Absolutely, you can call me whatever you want when you do it like this - your a poetic voice oozes velvet splendor as you confidently offer the reader a guilded, guiding hand. (A feat few poets have mastered. *Hands you your blackbelt in poetry*.)

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/14/11 at 04:29 AM

Jewels, quite an extraordinary poet you picked to write an homage. I haven't read any of her poetry in some time, but reading your smooth and unexpected words, like you're at an afternoon tea, inspires me to read Addonizio's poetry once more. I'm sure if she read your poem, she'd be quite pleased. Kim Addonizio was one of the poets I studied when I was at CSUN.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/19/11 at 10:36 PM

as sweet and perfect an ode and a tribute as I've ever read here, Jewels..and damn, how lyrical!

Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/16/12 at 03:13 AM

Enjoyed this immensely! :) cheers, m

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