Category Archives: Lilacs

Ocean Sounds in the Distance

You’ll find, if you sit under lilacs And watch the people pass by, The wind will bring you their murmurs As sibilant and seemingly sensical As the ocean sounds in the distance Responding to gravity’s mumbled Recitations of the numbers … Continue reading

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Lilacs Convulsed the Sea

Hello again, it’s been a while Since we walked that lonely mile Together to an empty beach Full of silences we couldn’t breach. The moon brimmed full—all promises Of love and lingering kisses And quiet mornings with words unsaid That … Continue reading

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Looking for Lilacs

June 5—butter stays Hard on the table— I’d go looking for lilacs— If I could find my long johns

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Another Year in the Minors

April Between pitches, the left fielder counts the green threading slow through last year’s yellow grass May Behind him the lilacs shiver at his passage, scent each throw back to the infield with desire June Scuffing his toes at the … Continue reading

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What The Mendoza Line Teaches (Eliot Never Knew)

Ain’t the lilacs make April cruel—it’s the six goddamn months it breeds of mishit balls,* stinging palms, runners sliding into outs *The Mendoza line.

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Rattle On, Thin Lilacs, Rattle On

Dry-brown and brittle in September, the lilacs’ seedpods rattle on thin branches that in June winds shook scent from heavy censers

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Syllabus

After Saturday’s poem, Nothing Subtle, someone wished for a poet at their fingertips. I say be careful what you wish for. Syllabus The poet at your fingertips was once a garter snake wrapped tail in mouth around a thigh before … Continue reading

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The June Evening Light is a Lever

Last evening I revisited a favourite form, the ghazal. More about the form and why I love it can be found at this post on my old blog, which includes a link to a rambling essay about ghazals. The June … Continue reading

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The Last Lilac Blossoms

The Last Lilac Blossoms Late June and finally the last lilac blossoms spread their florets wide to find languorous release in a constant whir of bees’ wings and the lavish bump and grind of swaying bodies grown drunk on the … Continue reading

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On the Lilac Nod (with process footnote)

They say nicotine is harder to quit than heroin—well, tanka ain’t too damn easy either. On the Lilac Nod All day the June sun wavers on the bowl of sky, cooking up a scent of lilacs the shared midnight breezes … Continue reading

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Spring, A Reprise (and a short process note)

You can call this an experiment, a last-ditch, so to speak, attempt to marry tanka and cinqain stanzas into a longer poem by alternating them in a revisiting of the content of much of the short spring-themed calendrical pieces I … Continue reading

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The Lilacs Don’t Care

The Lilacs Don’t Care The lilacs don’t care if you’ve waited years for one to open florets under your prim nose—like me, they shiver for the spring wind.

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Waiting for the Summer Moon

Waiting for the Summer Moon Mid-June nights are a sweet reek of honey locust layered with lilac and lightened by shafts of pale fragrance rising off the hooded lantern glow of lily of the valley burning in woods and at … Continue reading

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Early June

Early June While lilacs grow thick in the night breeze, and lupin flaunts all day for sweet honey locust, I wait for you—or sleep—or the cold moon.

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“I Lean and Loaf at My Ease” (No Rain On My Parade)

“I Lean and Loaf at My Ease” (No Rain On My Parade) Waiting under lilacs for an early evening thunderstorm that never comes, I content myself with all the storm- clouds gathering dark in the eyes of passersby and all … Continue reading

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Two Cinquains for the End of May

Today I saw my first lilac flower of the year, full-sized, purple, but the florets not yet open—just one lonely flower on a vine-choked lilac in the brushy tangle under skinny poplars at a street corner. Two Cinquains for the … Continue reading

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Late May Late Afternoon Sun

Late May Late Afternoon Sun Hello blue sky and sun. I don’t think the tulips missed you at all, and the lilacs still wait to bloom, long-suffering, but the apple blossoms— some are livid now, others red, sullen.

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When Late May Frosts

When Late May Frosts Even the half-moon spends most of the night tugging thick blankets of cloud back over the sky, so what of the fading magnolias, the apple blossom buds, and the delicate lilacs in their embryonic clusters, and … Continue reading

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When Lilac Branches Grow Heavy (extended tanka and notes on process)

Something my friend Jill said in conversation a week ago made me start to wonder if not only each type of flower but each flower on every plant has, like each of us does, its own distinctive odour. I’ve been … Continue reading

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And I Must Speak of the Willows’ Greening Too

And I Must Speak of the Willows’ Greening Too All my chatter about the magnolias in bloom and the latent lilac blossoms ignores the limbs of willows, how they wake slow in spring, stretch and bend down to pull on … Continue reading

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