In the city this spring
rain falls like gold
icing the sidewalk
cracks fill with leaves
of jasmine tea drained
through a sieve of clouds
swept suddenly away
wind brings its chaos
of souvenirs: scents
of citrus and hyacinth
— sky jacket and china
pink — the show-
stopping ballerina
tulip and star-shaped
lilac spicy sweet, plum
honeying the clustered
buds as the fountain
of glistening tuberose
dares the four-petaled
mock orange to slip out
beneath sun, find shade
before the stars break
our concentration
we linger on a breath
taste how air's gone
thick this Hawaiian night
© 2015 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
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oh I like that! I especially like the last part where I discover I am in Hawaii:
... our concentration
we linger on a breath
taste how air's gone
thick this Hawaiian night
Oooooh, I'm luxuriating in the luscious scents of this poem. It's a poem I'll hold onto till spring comes up in the frozen north where I live: our only smell in the air right now is the frosen rot from filthy banks of old snow along the streets.
Beautiful. Love the way your stanzas descend from the heavens intermixed with great metaphors.
"...jasmine tea drained through a sieve of clouds" is when I started to smell the delicious scents and see the bright colors all around me. And at the end, when I was standing in Hawaii, I could feel the balmy warmth and the promise of relaxation.
— sky jacket and china
pink — the show-
stopping ballerina**
YESSSSSS.
Stunning piece.
Lovely poem, Maureen! Thank you for sharing it.
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