Monday, May 12, 2008
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Honeysuckle
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Made of Honor [Theatrical Release]
By Patrick Dempsey
see relatedThere was something like grace in the tiny sip you could ease
from the split stem to your thirst, which said more than we could speak
about the small surprise of good, in the invasive eglantine.
It was an important proof: how summer could be contained in nectar, how
droning humid days, and long evenings of low-flying bats and mosquitos, was also
the season of sweetness, and the natural wine
of straggling vines.
-lisa
(One of my gifts from David for Mother's Day was a honeysuckle-scented candle, which touched me because I had told David some time ago about that being a childhood memory- biting open the honeysuckle blooms and snacking on them with my brother when we were kids.)
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Comments (6)
wow. that's beautiful!
I think this is my favorite of your poems so far.
I'll have to try some honeysuckle now :)
I hate humidity, but I love what it brings - like fireflies, for example.
Thanks, I go a little camera crazy around the wildlife. Both indoors and out. :)
Awesome poem. I think every kid of our generation sucked on honeysuckle or clover. And wintergreen, yes, that was the best! My mom showed me this while we walked through the woods. Look for the red berry-like things on the plant with shiny green leaves. Mmmmm.......
Lovely poem, thoughtful man! I still suck the honey from our plant which is now, after 14 years almost to the second story window.
Pretty poem!
BTW-- I saw Made of Honor over the weekend-- it was really good!