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.
I don't know if I can make it to your poem; that picture is too sexy to take my eyes off of.
ReplyDeleteJust 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."
This made me smile so wide. Well, a lady and a fox and a damn good poem will do that.
ReplyDeleteLove the slip of ice... a good reason for indolence
ReplyDeleteI always suspected indolence was a spell.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteYes 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?
ReplyDeleteSpring ease!
ReplyDeleteSlick as that melting ice!
ReplyDeleteLOVE this:
ReplyDelete"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.
"And comes down April easy" is my favorite gem from this poem.
ReplyDeleteHoly CRAP, you sling those words around with such ease and authority.....I so admire!
ReplyDeleteyes, as sherry stated, you capture a natural moment with an assembly of wordsmith-ness (how's that for a word)
ReplyDeletegracias for dragging us along in your journey of creativity
Nice! And I love that Stoned Soul Picnic song, too - I remember when the 5th Dimension sang it.
ReplyDelete"When ice gets tired,
ReplyDeleteit slips out of its winter bones
and comes down April easy" is just lovely! I enjoyed it.