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Out of the Ordinary
by Kristina WoodhillI try to discern unique poetics
through overgrown shrubbery,
grab a glass of water
before my next chore,
wait for a bright bulb
to radiate
rapsodize
revive bound roots,
thinning work jeans
sewn tight with second hand notions;
bobbins, thimbles
roll and clink in dusty drawers,
a needle in the gut is what
I need,
even the honey bee
already busy on the marigold flower
atop the plant
jiggling in my hand
as I pop it in
the moist hole,
just dug,
knows not to wait
for star dust in its eye
when a speck
of pollen is ripe and reliable
05/29/2016 Posted on 05/29/2016
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/30/16 at 12:54 AM Rich and ripe with meaning this one Kristina. rapsodize ...I like that one word. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 06/02/16 at 07:58 PM This poem is ripe and reliable. I'm glad I read it. |
| Posted by Johanna May on 07/11/16 at 03:45 AM This reminds me of Wislawa Szymborska
“Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?”
Lovely garden you are creating. Here to admire it. |
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