09:38 striked the watch,
When I gasped in shock,
As a North-Northwestern gust,
Shook the branches,
and seems
A cloud soared
and scored above
head, and
my Entire, is covered in Pollen.
Laid on blue yoga mat,
Detailing periwinkle and slate
Stalactites of glacial ancestry
Mountainous Mimicry
I lay to thread the needle
And uproarious downdraft
Beckoned by hawk
as it flew
overhead and
my eyelids were left to spread
apart in view
and soon
A dead magnolia leaf covered my right eye
from sight
and the textured grain of Pollen
Corrupted my Cornea.
Left me Stowing, in disruption
to a tune
To haphazardly,
lazily erase
Creaky chiropractic melancholia.
I suppose the joints stiffen and break, to enact, perhaps forsake,
The Affable Waste
of time
That must proceed
before the
lingering option of
Whenever I have to approach that
Long-leaf Pine Tree
of many stories
Tall
And inform the
Tree:
“I’m human
-you simply, really, must buy me dinner first. “
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6 responses to “Acrimonious Pollinator Pollution”
Superb writing, Sam, and immensely enjoyable. I like the focus on minute details (pollen, magnolia leaf, periwinkle and slate stalactites, the hawk’s uproarious downdraft)–so much texture here, you can feel it. Excellent imagery throughout. Well done, my friend. 😊
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Oh thanks, Mike. I usually pertain to the lighter side of life for a good moment while I go through some sort of “post-concert-depression” [it’s really Writer’s Block and performance anxiety] after writing a good one (TM). One of my inspo tricks is to just hang out in my backyard.
I decided to go outside yesterday morning. Get some fresh air and sunshine. Hauled my cats outside too, especially the grey one. Deciding if I needed it, she definitely needed it. I set up shop at my stations and bummed most of the morning away. I woke up in a lot of pain and decided to do some yoga with my blue [periwinkle and slate stalactites, mountainous mimicry] yoga mat. I was laying on my back on the yoga mat doing some exercises. At that moment, I was in the grass in this little clearing. Then I saw this hawk fly overhead and then this huge North-Northwestern gust like sucker-punched one of the long-leaf pines. You can see the pollen from far away on all the trees’ nodules. I saw what seemed like a 5th dimension cloud being of pollen – I knew it was coming for me. It was only a few seconds until all those grains (not powder, not this time..) pollen was falling all over me and like grits of sand in my teeth. I roll over trying to wipe the pollen off my face, then a South-Southwestern gust hit me from the side and the dead magnolia leaf flew into my eye, thus “corrupted my cornea” with pollen. One of the utmost unsettling feelings of scratchy there is.
Gotta break out the zyrtec just thinking about it. Even my laptop and phone got bathed when I moved stations after I wrote this and I ended up sleeping for about an hour in the grass on that same blue yoga mat. One of the first days in the 80s in my locale of ENC and it got so dang hot. Just glad at least I used my yoga mat this time so my neighbors didn’t think I collapsed or something and know I was just taking a nap after doing some writing.
But yeah… when I don’t know what to write about. I gotta use experiences like this and bs as a writer until I’m inspired again. Mother Nature, never fails to amuse me. (I know what pollen really is 😶🫣😮💨)
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You have quite an adventurous backyard, Sam! I hope to see more poetry inspired by backyard nature from you. 😊🌲
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There’s a lot already uploaded and stuff.. whether stated or not… [follow the lore]../ more to come I suppose, as I’ve clarified that I do indeed need to touch grass at least once a week. It’s either a push for effort or I live there. The crown chakra demands it.
Will have to see if warm weather prevails and I actually ever get around to starting that vegetable garden this year before the hurricanes and tornadoes show up 🥰🤞 (🥴🫨🫣🙍😬😮💨)
(gardens are a lotta work, man. It’s a full time job I’m not getting paid in coins for. I make my own compost with mother compost started 10 years ago. I don’t like selling my own vegetables or cutting flowers that often, out of respect for the flowers. I apologize to them when I gotta prune, de-weed, repack compost, and eventually harvest (constantly! on the chinese green beans and aubergine family, everyday a haul!!) bc I think I’m bothering them !! It’s an investment, but I am raising these baby seedlings into life and they literally feed me aND the massive pollinator ecosystem in my yard – those dragonflies, bumblebees, lizards, and birdies taking baths in my various flower pots lingering around – are my best flipping friends during the summer – even the grey bunnies and turtles are coming back!!! – they’re nice and copacetic towards my cats and dog! – Chip and Dale always treat Oz with pure respect, there is no war amongst my cat and the squirrels no longer, for years!! – like, this is all for me and I’m getting fed fresh and healthy: why would I sell my veggies only native in certain motherlands (not america), moonflowers, and herbs??? There’s no way! ..it’s a whole blessing, ya gotta spread the wealth of health and good seasonal homegrown fresh eating of organic and organic heirloom produce, dang it!!!! you know how many jars of sauce I get from the end of the season, after I’ve been eating them everyday for 5 months straight!?!?!?! aahhhHHHHHHH -. )
[thank you listening to that, Mike. I had to
vent this somewhere.)
Sam 🤠
{consider this an.. adventure..😎..🫰.}
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“[G]ardens are a lotta work, man…” You’re preaching to the choir here, my friend. I was raised on a farm Huge garden, lots of yucky veggies. You’re right: it’s a ton of work, but well worth it in the end (if you like veggies). 😀🌽🌶🥔
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Hmm, yes this is true, I forget you were raised on a farm. (Feels so far removed, like I know and have read your works, but for real??)
I mostly like growing veggie annuals. Feels like less commitment and responsibility knowing they’ll die by the first frost, but it’s pretty nice I can usually keep my garden going until ~Oct/first frost. It’s a sentiment of understanding to the life cycle.
I grow a lil collection of flowers. I don’t really like any of them but moonflowers, I harvest the seeds at the end of the season as well. The pollinators must pollinate, however. So I give them some snacks, and they throw me more back in the process.
Delicious delicious herbs for fresh cooking. Rosemary by the back door. Lavender up front. Coos of fresh rosemary and thyme in my dishes, are already entering the room in fragrance.
I also want a blackberry bush. I haven’t done fruit like that, never trees (I want fresh lemons) but these are the only ones that turn out good. And watermelon!! Suckers like to drink up some water tho and tread all over. The pumpkin year… was not fun to clean up…
Tbc…
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