Where Nothing Matches but Everything Belongs

Morning ~ Clarence White (1906)

How do I dress for a day
that provides sunlight,
but silences a song
with the tapping complaints
of fingertips?

There is a bright sky marbled
white and blue, yet the eye walks
an electronic path searching for offense
and misses the wonder of morning.

Perhaps I should dress as a crayon box
where nothing matches but everything belongs,
tell everyone I meet I am a wild garden, a spirit
unencrypted who finds joy in the beauty of flawed.

©Susie Clevenger 2018


Comments

Jim said…
Susie, I loved your wild garden image. It reminds me of Mom's garden after the moved to town. Mostly weeds but the rhubarb, strawberry patch, and the asparagus were dutifully doing their annual routines. There were always several errant volunteer corn plants which had reverted back, no longer high yield hybrid varieties, but rather to inbred variants of their parents lines.
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July 8, 2018 at 8:12 PM
Jenna said…
I really like your last stanza.
July 8, 2018 at 9:16 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
The first opportunity I get, I'm going to tell someone, "I am a wild garden". I promise to tell you how it went.
July 8, 2018 at 11:03 PM
Herotomost said…
Woohooo!!!! This is really good Susie. You knocked it outta da park. Thee crayon box part was amazing and that would be my choice...lol. Great work!!
July 9, 2018 at 10:26 AM
purplepeninportland.com said…
You got me with that crayon box. I want to be a wild garden!
July 9, 2018 at 7:18 PM
kaykuala said…
a spirit unencrypted who finds
joy in the beauty of flawed.

Such a cute thing to take things in a lighter mood. Good humor Susie!

Hank
July 9, 2018 at 8:55 PM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Those last lines gave me goosebumps! Powerful writing, Susie 💜
July 10, 2018 at 2:57 AM
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Beautiful Susie and the last limes wonderful.
I dress as a crayon box too...
Anna :o]
July 10, 2018 at 2:16 PM
Kerry O'Connor said…
Fabulous, Susie! The last stanza sings.
July 11, 2018 at 7:02 AM
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