Doris Davenport has been a friend for many years. We've shared our stories and poems, as well as photos of cabbages, clouds, vistas, trees, and each other. Doris never fails to delight with her poems. Here are some new ones from her 8th book of poetry, sometimes i wonder, to wake you up on a Monday morning.
some mornings
these feet have to learn
how to walk
all over again
(i have to learn how
to walk again.)
the feet teach each
other the basic step
step move up to
the ankles, the
legs & knees then to
these recalcitrant thighs
thick lazy things supple in
supinity & slow they learn:
move. now. like. this.
and then some mornings
poems walk
all over me
i agree with the Universe
3-4000 years ago what
did Native Inhabitants
of this place do on
a wet rainy Friday
mountain morning with
no cars in which
to rush off to
jobs, errands and
urgent must-do’s
in tepees, tents,
caves did they
slowly wake and
stretch, thank a
Higher Power, feed
children, themselves
then - sleep more? Meditate
the world into being? Allow
the world to be?
poems outside the window
already across the
street trees
gone from
bud to leaf
from whitish
yellow to glistening bright
new green the air
softly drifts yellow
i long,
now, to read
classic Chinese women
poets in the original.
Copyright 2010 by doris davenport
1 comment:
Love 'some mornings poems walk all over me'! And I so understands that strange longing to read classic Chinese women poets in the original... in Spring, everything seems possible...
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