Sunday, July 6, 2014

The Finer Things (A Poem)

I wonder what Bukowski would say
About how badly I long
For the sunburned coves
Of California or Maine,
How boring summer mornings
Find me daydreaming
Of a tiny island, wildflowers
In ropes around my wrists and hair,
How much I’d love to pick with him
Wild berries or crescent-shaped peaches,
Fresh juice sticky on our fingers and chins,
How I’d gather his loneliness, too,
Onto my callousless hands,
Tender the way my heart is when it gives,
Tender in the way I’d kiss
Each wrinkled puck-hole along his cheeks,
Recite to him a trail of my favorite things…
Pink, books, Plath and Yeats…
Invisible things I gather in my berry basket,
Each one unseen, though they mean everything to me.

Written for a prompt at Toads.

25 comments:

  1. I am right there with you - once one loves the ocean, one is forever after in longing.

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  2. p.s. dont forget our date tomorrow!!

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  3. It's really lovely, but I have to say I can't quite picture Bukowski on the beach. Maybe if there was a cheap motel or a liquor store nearby. No doubt you'd be a soothing influence, though.

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    1. haha i thought about that after i wrote it...perhaps the motel is just really close to the wilderness/beach. lol

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  4. ha. yeah i struggle seeing buk picking fruit...ha...
    but i long for the rhythm of the waves
    and we all need someone to love...

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    1. heh...and it was all just a daydream ;)

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  5. a moving piece Stacy...love this dream of roaming about and sharing inner thoughts with a favorite writer..." How I’d gather his loneliness, too,"..my fav line :)

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  6. Your poem is so compassionate and really moving... Not sure I'd have chanced to be alone with old Bukowski, whether for fear of his vituperation or my own short-comings, I couldn't say.

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  7. He would probably write a story about the palpable realness of all the invisible things kept in baskets that used to belong to "loneliness," but that now dance in the company of words...

    This was precious.

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  8. I am not sure I'd pick Bukowski as a companion on a tiny island but this sounds like a great way to enjoy life.

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  9. So many beautiful lines in this Stacy. A tender and lovely ode to the things of the heart.

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  10. Invisible things I gather in my berry basket,
    Each one unseen, though they mean everything to me.

    Very true in most cases! One tends to gather the intangibles to fall back on them at odd times. And that is when one realizes how useful they are! Great write Stacy!

    Hank

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  11. Shay and Brian beat me to it, yet I find this piece gorgeous. Maybe he had a tender side no one saw :) ~

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  12. you can say that again: fresh juice sticky on our fingers and chins, reminiscent of mine childhood while eating mango or papaya. :) thanks!

    Jamztoma
    jamztoma.blogspot.com

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  14. This is a very happy and enjoyable state to be in and enjoy it. It can happen again, a lot if you retire young enough to enjoy life. I remember all of my berry pickings. The one in the wilds on the mountain probably was the finest. The wild blueberries there were from heaven. Plus I was by myself--Air Force property with controlled access--so that I could become immersed in the beauty of the setting and in my thoughts and dreams.
    I loved reading yours, and as you can see it made me want to I be there again.
    ..

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  15. lovely to the core..............

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  16. This is beautiful, your words soothing and touching the heartstrings ... beautiful.

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  17. You have set a gentle rhythm and your words set a mood of spiritual freedom.
    Imagining Bukowski in the role you provide him is not hard to do after all... There are many facets to a personality after all. :-)
    -HA

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  18. We do have to take our poets along for the ride, even if calloused Bukowski and roseate Yeats have to fit in the basket somehow. What is the poem between such massive figures? This fantasia of an island idyll is a way there, Inisfree crossed with warts (and a toss of "The Moon and the Yew Tree" over one's shoulder). Life's work indeed. Keep it up. Who knows what the drafts and revisions and series will reveal.

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  19. Once you have let the water/beach into your spirit it cements it with yearning to return. Yes, I agree there would have to be a cheap motel and liquor for Buckowski to retreat to. :)

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  20. … what a cascade of images this is and the pondering that runs throughout is gorgeous. The ending two lines I adore - I like the idea of taking my favorite poets to my favorite places - and I can - with books. Lovely.

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  21. Gorgeous writing and I see myself coming back again and again to read this piece.

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