In recognition of Poetry Month, and to celebrate and highlight our treasure trove of Orcas Island poets, Orcas Issues is pleased and honored to again offer daily poetry during April.
Still Now
— Margie Doyle —
Treading softly
Dawn lights the sky
The cat wants out
I stand
Still I stand
Tears at the ready
As is my pen
The artist’s easel
Face down in the rain
The cat cries
The sun-starved plants
In the rain
I still stand
Doing nothing
Empty
Tears at the ready
Counting the days
Become eternity
This is where I stand
With the wind blowing
And the cat crying
Regrets, remorse
Regret like vinegar
Guilt like bile
Redemption like silver
Blinded by the sun
I see that I am still
The cat stalks the bird in the sunshine
And the breeze ruffles the pine trees
With the ‘copter sounding overhead
A rescue mission to save a life
Perhaps it is better
To let the matured soul go
To the freedom
From pain and struggle
Born again as a mossy spore
That spreads to cover the winter hardness
Dark and soft yes
Like a hummed lullaby
The cat scratches its chin
On the sodden planter
Still green parsley springs up
Fly away birds
haunting – i keep coming back to re-read this poem and can somehow relate to it and the imagery, even though i haven’t the words to convey how or why. thank you, Margie
Thanks Margie! This is lovely.
I’m with Sadie. The repeated lines and images are haunting, and they set us up for the implied repetition of mossy spores covering winter’s hardness. Very compelling.