Mobile Art Saturday Poetry - Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil’s palm by Luther Hughes -

This weeks Saturday Poetry, matched with mobile photography/art is entitled ‘Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil’s palm’ by Luther Hughes. He says of this poem, “I wanted to write a different type of love poem than the ones I have in A Shiver in the Leaves. This poem is one of the few I have attempted and written since finishing the book. I was eager to address different types of danger—the endangerment of one’s relationship, yes, but also the endangerment of the Northern spotted owl. Who knows where I’ll go from here?”

I have matched mobile art by @ja_graham, entitled “

Sunlight, moonlight,
Twilight, starlight —
Gloaming at the close of day,
And an owl calling,
Cool dew falling
In a wood of oak and may.
Lantern-light, taper-light,
Torchlight, no-light:
Darkness at the shut of day…” ~ Walter de la Mare, Dream Song To view her Instagram feed, please go here.

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via Poets.org

Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil’s palm by Luther Hughes

Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil’s palm
planted in front of the train station; or the yellow-black dance
of the tiger swallowtail’s wings as it flees; or the echoes that follow
after I thunder loud against the kitchen cabinets; or the summer fire
hitched to the air we breathe—the chuckle of ash sneaking into our lungs;
or the way your eyes elope when you’ve had enough of my
tit-for-tat-I’m-right-your-wrong song; or wind—always, there is wind—
that kicks the kink of the whine and wail of the German shepherd left behind;
or the night’s bat wing splashed against the living room window
as I sleep on the couch; or the final five-hundred pairs of northern spotted owls
married to the asylum of pine and bark and nest and play in the State we claim,
the owls now near-threatened with their thirteen hoots and barks and whistles,
with their shabby dresses and dark-in-love stares, their piece of the American pie—
don’t they, too, deserve the kickshaws of what this handsome planet
has to offer, don’t we? . . . Don’t leave me. We may not be a pair of owls
nested in the forest of Douglas firs trying to make muss a home
humans made of this land, timber harvestings and land conversions.
I may have farmed a muck of our land, too,
but Babe, no matter the season of fresh lavender and children playing
in the hallway, no matter the bowls of leftover ramen mean with age,
no matter the abysmal cycle of lists I conjure in this poem, no matter
if every last owl has escaped—Lord, let them escape—the foul-fowl lust
of humankind, no matter the huff I hang on your every word,
I love you. You are where I belong.

poetry — “Sunlight, moonlight,
Twilight, starlight —
Gloaming at the close of day,
And an owl calling,
Cool dew falling
In a wood of oak and may.
Lantern-light, taper-light,
Torchlight, no-light:
Darkness at the shut of day…”
~ Walter de la Mare, Dream Song – ©ja_graham

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