Sunday, May 1, 2016

Indolence

Indolence
is my new
enchantment,

with

redolence
of inveterate
insouciance.

When ice gets tired,
it slips out of its winter bones
and comes down April easy
on my sill where the flower box keeps.

Kiss me.
Why not?
They sell
indemnity for indiscretion
by the pick-up window at the exit door
of the local concession. 
______

Inscribed and intended for Flash 55 at Real Toads.

 

14 comments:

° said...

I don't know if I can make it to your poem; that picture is too sexy to take my eyes off of.

Just kidding. Your words are even sexier, especially these:

"Indolence
is my new
enchantment"

"When ice gets tired,
it slips out of its winter bones
and comes down April easy
on my sill where the flower box keeps."

Kerry O'Connor said...

This made me smile so wide. Well, a lady and a fox and a damn good poem will do that.

brudberg said...

Love the slip of ice... a good reason for indolence

Magaly Guerrero said...

I always suspected indolence was a spell.

hedgewitch said...

This reads so effortlessly sweet (and of course, not the least insipidly--)indescribably delicious, and as always, full of small faceted phrases that reflect light like the crescent moon. I agree with Magaly, indolence is definitely a spell here, and most bewitching.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Yes to what everyone else said – and that final rhyme just nails it absolutely. I fact the whole last verse gets me. How do you bring off such a glorious mix of humorous, folksy and defiant?

Cloudia said...

Spring ease!

Mama Zen said...

Slick as that melting ice!

De said...

LOVE this:
"When ice gets tired,
it slips out of its winter bones
and comes down April easy
on my sill where the flower box keeps."

And that fantastic final rhyme.

Sioux said...

"And comes down April easy" is my favorite gem from this poem.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Holy CRAP, you sling those words around with such ease and authority.....I so admire!

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

yes, as sherry stated, you capture a natural moment with an assembly of wordsmith-ness (how's that for a word)

gracias for dragging us along in your journey of creativity

Lynn said...

Nice! And I love that Stoned Soul Picnic song, too - I remember when the 5th Dimension sang it.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

"When ice gets tired,
it slips out of its winter bones
and comes down April easy" is just lovely! I enjoyed it.