Tuesday, May 24, 2011

May 24. Twenty-four Words.






So perhaps love is this way: high pressure
then afternoon rain, the fresh smell of arrival,

forgiveness, like regret,

staying face up through the cloudy
ablution.



  
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(link to Monkey. )


12 comments:

happygirl said...

Staying face up through the cloudy ablution.

I had to look it up, but it says it truly. Wash me clean.

Old Ollie said...

Agreed - well chosen metaphor.

Craig and Bethany said...

Yes! Face up. I can't get that image out of my head. And the high pressure, afternoon rain, the smell of arrival -- this one reminds me of the one where you reference stout coffee and misspoken words. I taste it, smell it. I absolutely love how you pair abstract ideas with concrete images, though not the cliche expected. It's as if I see them peering back at me expectant and far larger than I though. Arresting.

Craig and Bethany said...

Thought. :)

Brian Miller said...

nice...this is beautiful...yes i think love may be just like that...

steven said...

gorgeous imagery. you painted a canvas full with a simple brush stroke...

Joybird said...

love without shame, even when wrong...face up through the cloudy
ablution, wonderful and I love the pictures bookending the poem.

Magpie said...

And the 24th was my birthday! What beautiful words. I'll think of them as my present. :)

Goat said...

Magpie--Happa Burfdee, Happa Present Day and Happa Cake Day, belated. Have any and all of my words and pics!

Kati patrianoceu said...

i love these afternoon storms! And now I get to think of them as love itself, even better!

emily wierenga said...

love: the fresh smell of arrival. perfect, susan, perfect.

S. Etole said...

and sometimes we tip ... and spill