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May 24. Twenty-four Words.

by Susan Cowger 12 Comments

So perhaps love is this way: high pressure
then afternoon rain, the fresh smell of arrival,
forgiveness, like regret,
staying face up through the cloudy
ablution.
  
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(link to Monkey. )

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  1. S. Etole says

    May 27, 2011 at 4:48 am

    and sometimes we tip … and spill

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  2. Mommy Emily says

    May 27, 2011 at 3:01 am

    love: the fresh smell of arrival. perfect, susan, perfect.

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  3. Kati patrianoceu says

    May 26, 2011 at 6:33 pm

    i love these afternoon storms! And now I get to think of them as love itself, even better!

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  4. Susan Cowger says

    May 26, 2011 at 6:18 am

    Magpie–Happa Burfdee, Happa Present Day and Happa Cake Day, belated. Have any and all of my words and pics!

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  5. Magpie says

    May 26, 2011 at 6:01 am

    And the 24th was my birthday! What beautiful words. I'll think of them as my present. 🙂

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  6. Joybird says

    May 26, 2011 at 3:06 am

    love without shame, even when wrong…face up through the cloudy
    ablution, wonderful and I love the pictures bookending the poem.

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  7. Unknown says

    May 26, 2011 at 2:58 am

    gorgeous imagery. you painted a canvas full with a simple brush stroke…

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  8. Brian Miller says

    May 26, 2011 at 2:24 am

    nice…this is beautiful…yes i think love may be just like that…

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  9. Craig and Bethany says

    May 25, 2011 at 7:16 pm

    Thought. 🙂

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  10. Craig and Bethany says

    May 25, 2011 at 7:16 pm

    Yes! Face up. I can't get that image out of my head. And the high pressure, afternoon rain, the smell of arrival — this one reminds me of the one where you reference stout coffee and misspoken words. I taste it, smell it. I absolutely love how you pair abstract ideas with concrete images, though not the cliche expected. It's as if I see them peering back at me expectant and far larger than I though. Arresting.

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  11. Brother Ollie says

    May 25, 2011 at 6:00 pm

    Agreed – well chosen metaphor.

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  12. happygirl says

    May 25, 2011 at 5:24 pm

    Staying face up through the cloudy ablution.

    I had to look it up, but it says it truly. Wash me clean.

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