[I love Nancy Krygowski’s latest poem! I think you will too.]
Patience
Watch the thermometer rise
one more
degree. I’m thirsty
for the irregular—
crow balancing on birdfeeder
as the wind picks up
his feathers.
I wish my antidote to falling
was flying, my solution to anger
a sweet-smelling lotion fingered into
my brain.
Oh, that’s right—that’s what
patience is.
Nancy Krygowski
© 2011
Very spare and visually clear on the crow and liquid massage for the brain. I like this.
ReplyDeletesuch a story it tells.
ReplyDeletehave a beautiful fall,
Dianne
and thank you again, for your music.
Hi Banjo52 & Dianne
ReplyDeleteBanjo52: Yes, I do too! Thanks for stopping by.
Hi Dianne: Thanks--glad you liked it! Perhaps I need to post some of my own music again before too long :)
a sweet-smelling lotion fingered into
ReplyDeletemy brain.
I loved this line even as it made me squirm a little (or maybe because it did). I also like how the image of someone watching a thermometer suggests an attempt, however futile, at tamping down irritation, anger and impatience.
Hi HKatz: Yes, I think this is a very effective poem--I like it very well. Thanks for stopping by!
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