Tuesday, May 8, 2012

bad tuesday haiku

the cool, cool sunshine
reminds me to breathe the spring,
feel the spring, find the

spring within me that
trickled defiantly through
winter's unseemly

drought. seamlessly, one
term becomes another, one
word becomes a song,

one day becomes the
spring i had forgotten, soft
unfolding of long

ago, belonging
to time and memory and
desire and only

me.  if only, if
only...i could remember...
that one song, that one

single note, that one
word that makes it eternal.
it's gone, though, like blake's

ember: it flared once
and faded, as we all do.
instead, i seek the

spring that steadies me
another year, another
season. another

semester begins.
at least i know that even
the driest winter

cannot win complete.
there is a spring.  i own it--
if only today.


  1. Ah, Greta. It sounds like you're feeling a bit better, at least for the moment. I'm glad to hear it. Am I correct in guessing that you are not on campus today? Or perhaps the *snowflakes* aren't on campus, at least not in such plentiful numbers as before?

    1. It is amazing what distance and vodka can do. It's all about perspective--at least for this week.

  2. This is what your poem reminded me of (in a very good way):

    "Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune--without the words,
    And never stops at all,

    And sweetest in the gale is heard;
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the little bird
    That kept so many warm.

    I've heard it in the chillest land,
    And on the strangest sea;
    Yet, never, in extremity,
    It asked a crumb of me."
    -Emily Dickinson

  3. BC, that is a compliment I don't deserve. I do love me some Miss Dickinson.

  4. Greta, I would SO rather read your poetry than anything that gets published in The New Yorker. Keep it up.


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