Monday, June 20, 2011

Spring and The Fool





Spring and The Fool

Spring loves a fool,
throwing her sticky caltrop
 blossoms under his dancing toes,
laughing with him as the cold white
blood of January turns blue,
brims the river
and slides his fool’s shack
off the bank.

Spring cares for a fool,
washing his winter soiled
questions of living, tumbling them
in her dryer to be folded away
neat as a fallen leaf sorted back
into earth,

sucking him up her pressure hose
for a lark, blowing him out the nozzle
or percolating him down from his cloud
as he juggles hail in the wild storm,
morning coffee for the
first grasshoppers.

Even this spring
hot as any summer
where the flatbread plains crisp
under her sudden yellow eye; where running
before the distant blur of the moon the south wind
exhales with the used heat
of dragon breath.

Spring loves a fool
as the fool loves the dance.
 Blistered feet soon summerheal,
distrained harvests soon reseed.
Thrice denied before dawn,
the sun’s judas kiss burning
on his cheek, still he sheds his skin
and dons his pointy hat
one more time.



June 2011



Posted for   Form Monday   at the inimitable OneStopPoetry


Continuing One Stop Poetry's June focus on Free Verse, this week Shay (aka Fireblossom) gives her views on the differences between prose, doggerel and poetry. Stop by and get her unique perspective on just what exactly makes for effective Free Verse.



Image: Michael the Juggler, 1981, by Michael Parkes

19 comments:

  1. sucking him up her pressure hose...my what imagery...ha. like the tun to thrice denied and judas there at the end as well...got to watch out for those pointy hats though...

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  2. Joy, this poem fairly sizzles. It dances down the page with wondrous and far-flung images that amaze. HOL-EE cow, kiddo! One of your best! Thanks for the heads-up re Shay. Will go see. I never miss a word she writes and her take on free verse will be so worth reading!

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  3. Seems I've been dancing in the rain for weeks now, sometimes falling so hard my pointy hat wilts under the weight and I venture ever closer to the cliffs edge! :) Another wonderful romp through your fantastic imagery. Pure brilliance spills from your pen everytime. (And you called me on the typo...but I did make the conscious choice to leave it when I realized the Poetry gods had indeed smiled on me...for a brief moment at least!)

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  4. I absolutely love your imagery! 'Spring cares for a fool,
    washing his winter soiled
    questions of living, tumbling them
    in her dryer to be folded away
    neat as a fallen leaf sorted back' ~ and as someone who is getting soaked under the rain at the moment, it was nice to feel some warmth! I enjoyed it a lot...thank you.

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  5. With you every step of the way and you brought it home (and I mean the home I know so well) in this verse " Blistered feet soon summerheal,
    distrained harvests soon reseed.
    Thrice denied before dawn,
    the sun’s judas kiss burning
    on his cheek" where we sometimes lose any hint of spring at all and go directly from ice to searing heat. This has been a year of extremes for sure. Your picture is delightful, your images even more so. Excellent, Joy!

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  6. Thanks all.
    @Brian don't know what you mean--they fit my head just fine, and everyone thinks it's a witch hat.

    @Natasha--sometimes the typo gods are awesome that way--I once had them turn washing machine into wishing machine. Zap! Enjoyed your piece.

    @Sherry Thank you ma'am. Shay's piece is really good. You'll like it, and the poem she's linked is one of my favorites.

    @Gay Thanks, dear. Yeah, my home too, despite the misleading gender so I'm glad we're dancing together. Beats crying, I always say. Hang in there, girl.

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  7. I can't tell you how I love your poetry... As I read this piece, I felt the flowers bloom in my chest, as the smile grew with the reading...
    It's not just the style, or the subject matter, or the turn of phrase.. It's the Art.

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  8. @Kerry: What a kind and generous comment. Thank you so much, and the feeling is mutual.

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  9. As Mr. T would say, "I pity da fool" who doesn't dance along with this vernal zaniness. Energy fools the magician, as Brian Eno once said, and Mother Nature's purposes are wholly her own. We just hunker down and watch the show in dumb amazement. I get the image of this fool as every day of this spring, getting blasted this way then that, a cartoon coyote who can't win for losing. As the McMonsters say, I'm lovin' it. - Brendan

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  10. @Brendan: Glad you enjoyed. Yep, that would be me as well as the insane weather, the not very Wile E Coyote. But there's another saying from Mr. T's silly time--'gotta go with the flow," eh? And might as well watch the show, since it's free. Thanks for reading.

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  11. I enjoyed your imigary to, but I'm finding myself questioning the fool, as I know the image you've used is from a very famous tarot deck, so the whole poem develops a kind of double or triple meaning to me as a reader. Only a fool dances in free air near a precipice, but the fool is also a master of all :) Great write and nice flow!

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  12. Oh, I love this! The imagery is beautiful, the cadence carries me through. Wonderful piece.

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  13. I was wondering immediately if this was The Fool from the tarot deck, and I see that Repressedsoul has spotted it out.

    What a wild ride. I'm put in mind of a roller coaster. "he juggles hail in the wild storm,
    morning coffee for the
    first grasshoppers" is just silly good.

    Sly thing, you've gone all biblical at the end, even suggesting snake traits for this Fool. But then off he goes bumbling again, in his purity and his Mr. Magoo-ish lack of perception. He just takes what he finds, or, takes what finds him. A long journey awaits before he ends up back at the start, buffeted and torn, but simple all over again!

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  14. love the way you always weave in so much sensory concrete things named so it becomes so vivid

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  15. Hey! Sweet site you have here! Poetry! I thought it was lost. You have proven me wrong and I happily concede to you for that!

    Tom

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  16. This was a joyous outing, a fool to others may be but indeed he is enjoying more than any smarty pants out there. So, here's to the carefree dance :-)

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  17. he only be a fool if he doesn't dance the year round.

    I really do like it when you free verse. It is liberating Joy!

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  18. such brilliance!! *clapping in smiles of delight* ~ such fun and free gaily liberating ~ pure delight ~ what a giddy dance this fool does lead ~ Springed at the heels ~ chucked out the 'nozzle' of a 'pressure hose' ~ 'blistered feet' at the wildness of the dance but still doffs his pointy hat ~ game for more ~ I so adored and romped gaily along with every word ~ art in it's most excellence ~ Lib ~
    Have a most magical Midsummers Joy

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  19. There's no way I could see spring as a gift had I not read your poem. You zipped it all in--the seen and the unseen, the timed and the timeless, that which can be sensed and that which can't, that which exists in woven words and which still flies as stardust, the fool one expects and the heart of a fool no one knows about. What would this world be like for me if I remain as half-blind as I am in my half-world if I didn't follow your wand? Were it possible that I didn't lag behind and get caught in the brambles... but I pften am. Thanks again for this magical walk!

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg