Reimagined French Postcards
Thank you O Sun, for your lazy gaze
Warms my nest.
Sister Stillness wakes me without a word,
And moves me to thoughts of you.
Climb the ancient tree
Seeking nectar as potent as
The honey of your skin.
These visions cradle me,
And churn me like butter,
Warm and filling.
Your strawberry sweetness
Brilliant red
Melting on the tip of my tongue.
May 25th, 2013 at 5:45 pm
Eli,
This was a well-thought out project, taking its inspiration from the Victorian era cards, its challenge to classification and specificity from Foucault, and its evocative poeticism from Whitman and other readings. Like your acting ability, I had not known that you were interested in writing poetry, since your essays have been written in such a clear academic style, so bravo to your range of talents!