"What cherry things do I have that will help me ask the questions I need to ask?"
"Certainly snacking on something sweet and tart will help me with the shimmer and sting of my days."
"I have a palate of paints. Cherry and velvet and rose. There’s buttercup yellow, swampy green, violet purple, too. I can come home, dip my brush in a mason jar of water..."
Upon rereading, I just realized L.L.'s poem is a ghazal:
untold tomorrow
unfold tomorrow
the gold of tomorrow
unrolled tomorrow
remold tomorrow
this cold tomorrow
I knew something was going on with all those tomorrows, but I didn't realize the form. I love all those tomorrows.
Love this! :)
Some favorite sections:
"What cherry things do I have that will help me ask the questions I need to ask?"
"Certainly snacking on something sweet and tart will help me with the shimmer and sting of my days."
"I have a palate of paints. Cherry and velvet and rose. There’s buttercup yellow, swampy green, violet purple, too. I can come home, dip my brush in a mason jar of water..."
Thank you. Your words have always been catalysts for me.