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Not Really a Magritte Morning – March

March 26, 2016

Not Really a Magritte Morning – March

Frost chicken-scratches
the drive;
flakes feathering stems into found
pipe cleaners, only ceci
n’est pas
une pipe–not in this sea
of spring
where peeps hardly sound,
the downed stars at our feet
as silent as
the wind, only shushing this morning
a mist that does not emanate
from what is not an ember
at hill’s horizon,
lighting what feels
as if it’s never
been seen before: this, that is,
this, that is not–


poem for Real Toads Play It Again Sam, hosted by the wonderful photographer and poet, Margaret Bednar.  In my case, I specifically use a returning prompt by Mary Kling asking one to write of the ordinary.  Frost in the morning?  It’s so beautiful that it is hard to know if it qualifies!