May 26th, 2009
David T. Manning
AT THE SPRING
Before she could drink from the garden hose
a cardinal landed on her wrist
and plunged its beak into the clear bubbling.
She froze in scarlet presence
but managed to gentle the nozzle’s flow.
Never so close to a wild thing,
she was soaked but held rock-still
as the redbird clung to her wrist
tilting its head up and down
as it drank, so close she could see
its tiny tongue. There was a song—
whether in her stunned mind
or from a distant bird, she could not tell.
For a moment nothing died and the winds
lost their ways. The hose chirred
softly like a night-thing’s call
and she heard the redbird lisping
as it dipped again and again into the spring.
–from Rattle #27, Summer 2007
Has Read several times, but don’t care nothing have not understood.
This is a really nice poem. I like how “in the moment” it is–how we are thrust right into this surreal experience.
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freestyle
to be
a hardcore punk
Can u feel
how my life is a funk.
sure.
i got off that junk
but whats left
But time wasted on the computer
and smoking cigarettes
not knowing who iam
or why the fuk im still alive
maybe i should just die.
whats the difference i feel dead already
so ramble and roll
type away your problems to an empty scrren
beneath the skin of my veins lies my soul.
i cant quite comprehend where to go from here
how to motivate myself
how to kill myself
No
it doesnt make sense why the light is in your presence
but im still dark
4 im still doomed.
Cant hope for the future with a past full of ghouls.
Oh, David, this is w o n d e r f u l.
No wonder your name is on so many lips!!
I am writing this Sunday morning – Oct 9 – and
am looking forward so much to seeing you at
Ruth Moose’s. All thrilled when we learned
you had accepted.
“Rattle” ON!!
{Ray likes to quote the elderly gent who said, “I may not be rollin’ any more, but I’m still rattlin’!}
Goin’ to your new site now…