Sunday, September 28, 2014

September

September keeps stealing
the people I love away from me.

There has been too much heat
and too little shade these days.

You find neighbors in their porches
talking politics and having lemonade.

We now plant people like trees.
They grow arms as long as branches

which still fail to touch the clouds
but make great hangers for hopes.

Bring the canary back into the house by nightfall.
- says your last note

forgiving the creature for it cannot sing.
This is the lesson you leave us.

14 comments:

  1. hangers for hope . . . love that expression.

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  2. An ominous kind of sadness in your September...but forgiveness offers some comfort...

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  3. which still fail to touch the clouds
    but make great hangers for hopes.

    They may not have a reach but at least they are there! Great lines Kenia!

    Hank

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  4. the canary for me creates the image of safety of mines... which goes so well with the other little glimpses you show.

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  5. What a torrid month September is! Today is our first day of rain, so I have some hope that what has been lost may be recovered in October...

    You strike me to the heart, Kenia, as always.

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  6. I have missed your writing and old-soul perspective. This one touches me as September wanes.

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  7. forgiving the creature for it cannot sing. although there is no audible song that comes from the canary it still sings and some can here it in its quiet moment.

    lovely piece

    gracias

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  8. brilliant.loved the image of hangars.and the reference to the canary who can't sing.

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  9. Such a sad poem--and beautiful--especially like the lines about the arms reaching for stars, serving as a framework for hopes. Thanks. k.

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  10. OwOOOO! September, indeed. Branches as hangers for hopes is my favorite. And the canary because it is used to show fumes in mines.

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  11. This is wonderfully crafted, measured, nimble, resonant. Great economy and vividness of image, so that an abstract entity like September comes to life only to leave us. And "You" becomes otherness that soon will feel like winter. Stanzas 4-5 are exquisite.

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  12. the lesson of the canary is a beautiful one! you did really well pulling us into the feel of summers end.

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  13. The whole is wonderfully created but stanza 4 & 5 are worthy of a standing ovation!

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  14. ah, how I miss your poetry, Kenia, and how I think I understand why (though, as is often the case, I may be confused) ~

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