Sonnet of the Everyday

SONNET OF THE EVERYDAY
from Suburban Pastoral

Cacophony of bird songs,
canopy of blue sky and white tufts of clouds,
a vague melody of sunlight
cracks through the trees,
a leafy song of morning in her head,
harmonic ballad strumming on the
guitar strings of her sleepy mind,
fingers working the moist soil,
crushing clumps and turning,
churning the damp odorous peat:
Dig in with the spade, drag the rake,
a new bed for this year’s tulips,
a new song, early planting
on this early spring morning.

-- Hank Kalet

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The Risen Bursting Flower is an Explosion of Color

THE RISEN BURSTING FLOWER IS AN EXPLOSION OF COLOR

the risen bursting flower is an explosion of color,
light cresting in the folds of petals,
the creases, the lines,
the shadows arresting the mind
(light on the canvass
fractured into essential particles,
refracted, the spectrum creating its imperative,
like o’keefe seeing with the eye
of the honey bee)
newly opened iris
form, fragrance, its functional sexuality
a vibrant, immediate, erotic pull
the honey bee drawn into the base,
draws from it the thick sweetness,
its straw-like tongue plunging strong,
working deep within the wrap of petals,
pollen dust coating its bristly fur,
pollen dust, the male seed, carried from
plant to plant
deposited in a floral womb
a fertilization that produces the new,
germinates a future of
new breath, new fruit, new life.

-- Hank Kalet

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