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unseen until wind and no title – two poems by Donna Fleischer | Solitary Plover, issue #24, Summer 2016

unseen until wind

for christina o’connor

(the window

from floor to ceiling that

fronts the house

 

with the wide eaves)

 

where you dug traprock

meadow soil with your hands & planted

a pantheon of bulbs, tulips, pansies that

 

sunny

wind-jambed afternoon –

for the next year

 

here now and now and now

an uncharismatic spring wrests from

an el nino winter its sputtering due

 

yet, flora fauna hormones in love

with instantaneous extremes

of temperature

 

will not be quantified –

their planetary connective tissue of

interdependencies,

 

the ways the robins

the finches

the barn swallows

 

approach that soil

beneath the eave facing

south toward you

 

swoop and slow their flight and

 

glide out of sight, as are you

most of the time yet,

i feel you here as i do the flowers

 

not yet broken through a cold surface,

the spring timid and voracious

as am i with these creatures who travel

this far on the wind

which some times lifts us

forward

 

no title

ordinary to
be with the purple and green and
goldfinch telegram
tercet embryosea
moonlit old home
torn fingernail

lovestrong

Donna Fleischer
Solitary Plover issue #24 Summer 2016

Nach Celan, a poem by Christina O’Connor

Nach Celan

 

It is time

 

the black pines

know

and watch

Behold!

 

love’s

light

touch

embraces

the cone’s

core

pollen

is everywhere

 

Christina O’Connor
June 2012

Red Sky Snow Moon by Christina O’Connor

Red Sky Snow Moon

 

morning haloed moon

on current’s path

o  u  t  w  a  r  d

to sea

 

 

if I were a frog

I’d hop on over that

mud bank

skinny dip

before dawn

like I was just born

f  l  o  e  i  n  g

 

Christina O’Connor