Poems Inspired by Louise Glück

Waited with seminal pose
The dormant
A hidden self  
locked in the cold  
I would welcome the warmth  
That resting prolapsed  
Did you bring the cold  
A permafrost masked  
To stunt awakens lay  
To hold and not release the bud  
The new growth from the corm  
Its green to unfold  
Insects in burrows like hermits  
A commitment to industry  
The spring brought its work ethics  
Earths nurcher and nature of raising  
Warming arms come to chase  
The first kiss  
The pout that god...

( after Louise Glück )

 
I recall in the year  
once I came into season,  
after the leaves all left,  
 
in the abandon of Fall,  
and the earth held its breath  
from the long chill I wore.  
 
I no longer felt alone,  
not on my own, to sort out  
the poetry of myself.  
 
To recognize you only  
as an atrium of airy clouds,  
not within, like a pulse.  
 
The life that began to  
resurface as I rolled my grief  
as thunder of lightning,  
 
a...

( after Louise Glück )

How was I to know        
dormancy could craft        
the art of contentment;        
       
that breaking beyond winter        
  to spring’s hustling charms          
would teach me of solitude⁠—          
  instill a crisp propensity        
  for suppression again        
       
Spring is cursory⁠—          
  a budding headdress only          
⁠for those that cannot observe        
  beyond outward beauty;          
who swallow, eventually        ...