A Poem to Those Who Love Me


Make the day pause,
A top all done now the spinning:
But not yet toppled.

If (for just one day)
I am the morning sun,
Then
You are the luscious hills
I peek over;
The refracting air dew
–In winter, air’s mirror–
And that single ecstatic
Songbird rambling
Her grocery list.

And if,
At noontime,
I’m busy shrinking
Dingy winter piles
(Just this once),
Then,
You’re the relieved oak branches
Sighing,
Or epic icicles smirking at my
So-called heat.
You are
The tires and the grit
Scratching roadside harmony
To keep me company.

Then, when I see it’s time
(One day only)
To stretch the shadows long,
Then you become the
Winged beauty of your dreams:
Hummingbird, pheasant, or pterosaur

And we’ll light out
Together,
Horizon advancing on
Our command,
Into our dreams and
Any ordinary day.

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Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.

 

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  2 comments for “A Poem to Those Who Love Me

  1. February 12, 2011 at 10:06 am

    “a top all done now the spinning”
    “the tires and grit/Scratching roadside harmony/To keep me company”

    I fell in love with those images.

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