You Cleared a Field | By Claudine Nash
You cleared a field
where my thoughts
refused to grow
and scattered
a handful of verbs,
dispersed some
“revive” and “recall”
with the wildflower blend,
thinned the teeming rows
of Sweet William
when the seedlings
sprouted tenses.
Now I return in the
hour after sunrise
to tend a thousand
forming phrases,
I gather a trillion
transformed words.
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Claudine Nash is an award-winning poet whose collections include The Wild Essential (Kelsay Books, 2017) and Parts per Trillion (Aldrich Press, 2016) as well as the chapbook The Problem with Loving Ghosts (Finishing Line Press, 2014). Her work has received Pushcart Prize nominations and has appeared in a wide range of publications including Asimov’s Science Fiction, BlazeVOX, Cloudbank, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, and Dime Show Review. She is also a practicing psychologist.
where my thoughts
refused to grow
and scattered
a handful of verbs,
dispersed some
“revive” and “recall”
with the wildflower blend,
thinned the teeming rows
of Sweet William
when the seedlings
sprouted tenses.
Now I return in the
hour after sunrise
to tend a thousand
forming phrases,
I gather a trillion
transformed words.
-----
Claudine Nash is an award-winning poet whose collections include The Wild Essential (Kelsay Books, 2017) and Parts per Trillion (Aldrich Press, 2016) as well as the chapbook The Problem with Loving Ghosts (Finishing Line Press, 2014). Her work has received Pushcart Prize nominations and has appeared in a wide range of publications including Asimov’s Science Fiction, BlazeVOX, Cloudbank, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, and Dime Show Review. She is also a practicing psychologist.
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