Saturday, July 11, 2015

In The Style of Paul Celan

"An Afternoon Walk"

A Gravitation

July travels
Another month
The moon has swallowed.
The buzz of jar-flies,
Flat-winged and heavy
As creek water,
Thick and muddy of
The twenty-five day rain
And deep as the siren call
Of the whippoorwill,
The winged song of
Summer birds and marigold,
A sort of whirlpool of sound
That pulls the season
Toward the center of itself
And is gone.

Written in the style of Paul Celan.

Written for a challenge at Toads.


  1. The winged song of
    Summer birds and marigold,

    Beautiful lines :D loved this exquisite piece.

    Lots of love,

  2. Oh!! I love what you've done here...the swallowing of months by moon and the use of whippoorwill/whirlpool...vibrant imagery throughout...a joy to read, Stacy!

    1. Exactly the images that moved me, too.

  3. The summer just swallowed and is gone.. How sad, and how true. Excellent choice of words.

  4. summer bidding adieu in bird voice...are "jar-flies" cicadas?...a lovely poem...

  5. Sounds like my kind of summer - rain thick and muddy ~ I specially love the details of:

    The winged song of
    Summer birds and marigold,
    A sort of whirlpool of sound

    A delight to read this morning ~ Thanks for joining in and wishing you happy week ~

  6. Wonderful cadence here--and a great sense of the swollenness of it all. thanks. k.

  7. Beautiful, especially love the lines Sanaa lovely.

  8. Eloquent, especially the ending four lines. Enjoyed reading. :)

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason


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