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.
S. Etole says
and sometimes we tip … and spill
Mommy Emily says
love: the fresh smell of arrival. perfect, susan, perfect.
Kati patrianoceu says
i love these afternoon storms! And now I get to think of them as love itself, even better!
Susan Cowger says
Magpie–Happa Burfdee, Happa Present Day and Happa Cake Day, belated. Have any and all of my words and pics!
Magpie says
And the 24th was my birthday! What beautiful words. I'll think of them as my present. 🙂
Joybird says
love without shame, even when wrong…face up through the cloudy
ablution, wonderful and I love the pictures bookending the poem.
Unknown says
gorgeous imagery. you painted a canvas full with a simple brush stroke…
Brian Miller says
nice…this is beautiful…yes i think love may be just like that…
Craig and Bethany says
Thought. 🙂
Craig and Bethany says
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.
Brother Ollie says
Agreed – well chosen metaphor.
happygirl says
Staying face up through the cloudy ablution.
I had to look it up, but it says it truly. Wash me clean.