ODE Poem

[Another Didi challenge]

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Praise be to flowered
flannel that softens
and fades with age.

Praise to checkered
slippers knitted by
elderly aunts from

left-over yarn, thick
slippers to cushion
& warm our wandering

feet. Praise to happy
pom-poms, to antique
lace; praise to hooded,

over-sized robes with
rolled sleeves; floor-
length robes of terry

& fleece. Praise to satin
& silk; praise to clinging
fabrics carefully folded

into ribboned boxes
by hopeful lovers & well-
wishing friends. Praise

to boxers and too-big
T-shirts, snatched from
the closets of intimate

strangers. Praise to high-
heeled slippers & slippers
shaped like rabbits. Blessed

be all that keeps us warm,
alley cats & pomeranians,
cuddlers, snugglers, back-

sleepers, side-sleepers,
spooners, quilted duvets
& comforters: Praised be.

snowflake

4 responses to “ODE Poem”

  1. Wonderful poem Sharon!

  2. This is wonderful! If I ever teach a class on odes again, I’d love for my students to read this.
    Have you read Pablo Neruda’s Odes to Common Things?

  3. Thanks, both of you — and Rachel, I’m flattered. Of course you should always feel free to use any of my poems. And I don’t think I have read that Neruda — and I bet it’s in my bookcase.
    Sadly, I have to wait till next week . . .

  4. 4 June 2007
    After the storm, my mind cleared.
    And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.
    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
    running quartz crystals through a blender.
    sand through your engines.
    bubbles in your bays.
    estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas…
    sand through your eyes.
    %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
    5 June 2007
    Calm as baby’s breath
    as peaceful as the storm’s eye
    Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds

    a warm and windy tropical day.

    7 June 2007
    Black water at dusk.
    Lighting on the horizon.
    Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.
    A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.
    And Thunder like God clearing his throat.
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    8 June 2007
    Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters.
    a sky as clear eyed as a young girl.
    bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light.

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