Profound
Thoughts
She
thinks of pumpkins, as it is
the
ripe core of fall, when those
spheres
suggesting the color
of
the setting sun
rise
from memory to the earth
through
tendrils,
like
full notes in 4/4 time
from
a gramophone that never
becomes
obsolete
and
lie as evidence of summer’s
push
to flower and proliferate over
the
soil up into and including the air
where
we stand, stirring her to send
those
thoughts, root deep, meeting
those
shafts, stalks rising to leaf
and
fruit full of summer’s heat,
soft
weeks just past
For
thirteen years, John Zedolik taught English and Latin in a private all-girls
school, and in 2010 completed his Ph.D., in which he focused on the pragmatic
comedy of the Canterbury Tales. Currently, he is an adjunct
instructor at Chatham University in Pittsburgh. However, he has had many jobs
in his life including archaeological field assistant, obituary writer, and
television-screen-factory worker. His iPhone is now his primary poetry
notebook, and he hopes his negotiation with technology in regard to this
ancient art form continues to be successful.
Dear John,
ReplyDeleteI like the sounds and colors featured in this well-crafted poem.
Thank you.
Michael
very beautiful indeed
ReplyDeleteProfound indeed, John. Nice work. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)