The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 8/1/2008)

[RetroLounge]

August

When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend

all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking

of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body

accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among

the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.

Mary Oliver

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:hi:

RL

[XemaSab]

1. .

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[RetroLounge]

5. ...

:hi:

RL

[blueraven95]

2. good morning, Retro!

I have blackberry bushes in my yard, and this poem absolutely reflects the emotions of summer that they bring. (sorry if this sentence's syntax doesn't quite work - way too little sleep and not enough caffeine this morning)

[xchrom]

3. ...

cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth;

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear Retro!

Wow, this is yummy!

I can see it, feel it, taste it...

Beautiful...

Thank you!

:hi:

[BlueIris]

6. Nice one!

I love Mary Oliver.

[RetroLounge]

7. I know you do...

:hi:

RL