Tupelo Honey

Sweet, the craft of ghosts
the ocean’s hiss
the creaky oak
the novel’s plot.

What funny semantics,
the smell of love poems near
Tupelo honey.

Sticky, like lopsided circumspect.

How droll
the overcast, just a
siege of whitewash
under the sanctimonious blue.

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Tupelo Honey”

  1. I love this! Your poetry is something special. For some reason you don’t show up in my wordpress reader but I get the emails.

  2. yay! new poems. I love your phrases, “lopsided circumspect”, “sanctimonious blue”. love the rhythm too — starts off “1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3” and then becomes fuller, varying as more words join in — reminds me of the beginning of a symphony

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