June 21st (Green, Wild Green)

My yard is green, wild green
as generous as a lover two weeks past hello.
All of this profusion, it doesn't need me--
it simply is, bursting with itself because it can
and will
and must.

Not so long ago, these trees and this ground
was bare as an old steamer trunk,
empty as an attic. 
It didn't need me then, either,
even in extremity.
Any words or prayers I may have said were said
to comfort
my own mind. 

Lately, I find myself thinking
(as I sit surrounded by green, wild green)
about clouds that change their motion and mien;
about doors and blooms and lovers
that open and close, arrive and slip away. 
I wandered spring and summer until spring and summer were gone,
and now green,
wild green,
reminds me of what I never understand or hold for long,

leaving me lonely to the bone 
thorned by my own stupid and constant craving
in a garden of green,
wild green.
_______


for the mini-challenge.

Comments

brudberg said…
The wild green is here as well. Our garden is a part of forest really and with so many trees the transition from the barren into green (suffocating wild really) is when summer is here.
I always marvel at how my backyard goes from a brown, bare desolation to a verdant meadow encircled by Maples. Love how your gentle, tour-de-force evoked that!
tonispencer said…
Oh my Shay. This is truly lovely. I did not listen to the music but i listened to the wild green. The last stanza cuts me to the heart - the craving, the loneliness. Thank you for writing to my prompt in such a profoundly moving way.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Green, wild green......."I wandered spring and summer until spring and summer were gone." Oh, I feel this!
Old Egg said…
What a beautiful monologue, summer can be enticing in its restfulness and that is how I felt reading your poem.
Kerry O'Connor said…
Lately, I find myself thinking
(as I sit surrounded by green, wild green)
about clouds that change their motion and mien;
about doors and blooms and lovers
that open and close, arrive and slip away.

This pensive moment makes the whole poem for me.. perhaps because I live inside my own head too much.
Sioux Roslawski said…
Shay--This poem proves what you do best--at least one of the many things you do best: you focus on the bigger picture while also focusing on the close-up of life.

The repetition of "green, wild green" is especially gorgeous.

How is retirement? Hopefully you're savoring it...
hedgewitch said…
Ah, that third stanza...one of your best Shay, that leaves me sighing and remembering and wondering, and who could ask for more from a poem?
Ron. said…
I can't find the right superlative for this. Greenalicious. Summerific. Awesome work, poet!
Brendan said…
I read this on a ferally hot Sunday with thunder now edging in and wonder if I will ever approach the registers of "green, wild green" ... but that's the point, isn't it?
Shay, this is so lovely!
Wild greens of sadness. Beautiful poem, Shay.
Susie Clevenger said…
This is awesome, and I too love your third stanza. I find myself wandering through a few "what if's" lately.
Mama Zen said…
It's the second stanza that blew me away. This is outstanding. A favorite of mine I think.
Margaret said…
The “Not so long ago” stanza needs an award and “I wandered spring...” is a new favorite.

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