WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

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June 21, 2011

Summer Solstice Sitka 1993

This day blooms
under wide meadows
of sky. We lay
our sun-stunned bodies
in constellations
of clover and buttercups.

Salmonberry bubbles
of sweet red light
break on our tongues.
Shooting stars
in the flowerbeds,
pollen in our sheets.

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2 responses to “Summer Solstice Sitka 1993”

Peter

June 22, 2011 at 6:15 am

Really lovely!

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Cindy

June 25, 2011 at 7:11 pm

Happy belated solstice, dear! I was traveling — in California for solstice.

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I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

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Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

Summer Solstice Sitka 1993

2 responses to “Summer Solstice Sitka 1993”

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