coot.jpgSpring: coats are shed, women and men emerge in their light cotton clothes; the women in their strappy shoes and light spring dresses and the men in their seersucker and linen suits. See how we shoot admiring, side-long glances at each other.

Such fun to watch this dance; how we move and how we shoot sparks at each other like fireflies flashing in the evening.

Not every season is all joy, and i find Spring to be the hardest - many people do - surprisingly. Perhaps because the season itself can be isolating if you are alone and surrounded by the "in-love." All that "Lover's Spit" as one group sings. If you are among the in-love, beat a path down the broad city avenue with your headphones on or the sounds of the city all around you and know that Spring and love are "just like honey." Perhaps most important of all, and i say this at great risk of sounding utterly cliched, fall in love with yourself so that others may love you back. Learn to love that curve of your hip-switch, the fine-step of your ankle as you step off the curb, the sway of you breast as you beat a path down Madison, down West 11th and 6th, whereever you are, but know you Are That One and be It. When you know this, others will know it too.

And so the sap rises,

s.r.p., april-may, 2007

 

image: 'pure joy, s.r. on pogo stick' copyright, i.d. baker.

a lack

You call me brave.

Brave because I say what must be said.

You do not see that I fear it too -

that awful rejection; it could catch me easily on its spike,

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April 19th | do not look back (dedicated)

Where were you on that day?

What form did her fall take?

A single drop, or a thousand herky-jerky volts.

I can feel you palpable panic. See you then –

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Posted on Friday, April 20, 2007 at 07:21AM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | CommentsPost a Comment

as you watch

God, I am so tired of writing of wanting about you.

It is boring even me.

Did you know, it is tiring the way you stitch in and out of my dreams,

wending your way down the chalked alleyways of Israel, always a step ahead,

always calling my name, some game in which I am to pursue

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at paragnon alone

Love, I cannot say that I am impartial.

I am not.

I think only of you and of your sweetened kisses,

Speaking of which, why are you not here to remind me!

Why I’ve forgotten all about taking my morning dose of honey!

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because you are that one

I saw you there, like that in the early Spring light as the sun made it’s route, slightly different from yesterday’s, an nth

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Posted on Thursday, April 7, 2005 at 06:39PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

boysenberries

1 apple tree with shade, 1987.jpgThe branch is smooth. Worn from so many summers of my straddling,

shiny brown bark, thick enough but not uncomfortably so.

This is my apple tree: this is our orchard.

I wrap my legs about the knotted surface, holding myself there.

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Posted on Wednesday, March 22, 2006 at 03:35PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

cadence

It is just a question of time before…

our cadence will meet as we walk fall into sync,

to pentameter, iambic (of course), before we

share the same scented tea from same pot (same kind)

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Posted on Monday, April 24, 2006 at 04:04PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

Calculus 101

These lines, you say, they prevent you from acting. You dissimulate, a hidden desire, there at the cross of my

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Posted on Monday, April 4, 2005 at 08:39AM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

Corner, Goodbye Kiss

Soft, expected, unexpected.

For one half-tick, I thought you had forgotten; really.

That his presence had changed everything.

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Posted on Monday, June 12, 2006 at 09:01PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

cumulo nimbus

You slip in and out of dreams. A marble gliding across a grate;

I can almost hear the pleasing clack of it remembered so well from childhood.

The slide of the swirling glass as it slid across the iron and landed where?

My side? And for keeps? For the moment would be fine…

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delphic oracle

You:

You answer in riddles.

An oracle, Delphic.

I can see you on your three-legged tripod, Parnassus ,

in a cloud of smoke with your laurel at your side.

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did i ever lie to you?

In a dark hour I saw it. You with you red-black eyes and slick black hair the scent of your skin, spiced and heady perfuming the space around us. It was then

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does it take a weatherman?

It must be so easy being you..

 

To not have to worry who is hanging on the line,

 

who is out to dry, which way the wind blows, rain or snow –

 

does it take a weatherman? You tell me…

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Posted on Friday, June 2, 2006 at 04:48PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

dying traveler | religion relieved - four words


Just me, on the eve of the Ascension.
Such heights, such ecstasies these, could, would be.
This, after so many months of religion unrelieved.
The go-away closer; the volley in play.
Match Point Love.

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Posted on Thursday, May 31, 2007 at 11:29AM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

false idol | of other loves, strange bedfellows

It is just another Spring day and you are gone and while I am sure I should miss you, I have to tell you that I don’t. Or I have but just a little. Not in the ways you would

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fiendishly charmed

What in god’s name are they doing anyway!

See how she moves against the crab-apple bark

worn smooth now from so many years of this…

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Posted on Saturday, June 3, 2006 at 12:29PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

From No to Yes

Always you come at night.

Always soft and bearing roses

but never are they de-thorned.

They are redolent with sweetness,

those long-stemmed lovelies.

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gooseturd green | two words

Gooseturd green. Not moss, not leaf,

instead the green left by the pond’s lifting geese

those graceful birds that break the spring settled pond-pollen glassine surface;

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Posted on Thursday, March 22, 2007 at 11:04AM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

idioms ~ french (coward)

croix de bois, croix de fer, si jer meurs je vais en enfer - cross my heart and hope to die

Des clous – not likely

j’ai le fou rire – I have the giggles

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Posted on Wednesday, March 28, 2007 at 07:32PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | CommentsPost a Comment

If ~ Then

It is an IfThen equation… and you know it.

If we do, then there is the Then.

Necessary consequence of thought and feeling, anyway.

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Posted on Saturday, March 25, 2006 at 12:54PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off
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