Vacancy

there is an appetite

in warm weather, a desire

to speak in just the right

syllable, transcending

the garrulous, to conjure and

coax from the ribs,

the rise, the growth

of feeling, needing both

a birthing

and a name;

having none of this

she shirks the anxious aching,

the tremble of birds,

raking

through the coals; all

the burned down acres,

a burnished

vacancy

in words. So very weary

of the languid picking

apart of anguished

petals, like

a fortune teller,

a daisy is hardly

a crystal ball.

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Wow! I truly enjoyed reading and rereading this a number of times! Straight to my list!!! I love the vivid almost abstract imagery and your use of analogies to paint a beautiful picture.
At first i thought she is looking for a specific word an indescribable word to go with the feeling and couldn't find it (vacancy). And i would have responded forget the search of the word, enjoy the feeling and the word would be revealed.lol!!! Then after rereading again i recognised the daisy representing "the loves me loves me not" syndrome. I guess that word is still what she searches for. Beautifully written!
Thank You for sharing!

[Calypso]

This was a nice, lucid poem that seemed like art of the eyes (because it had a word per line) and then food for thought.