Another Fire in California

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I wonder … when its sulky breath
shrouds their valley vineyards,
shall we taste it in our Cabernet,
and will its wind storm char
translate to their Sauvignon
before cavalry Pacific mist
is temperance enough.

Insensitive of me … I know Napa Valley,
know the genuine of people there,
and taught Shakespeare to their children,
to some now staying with the land
to grow their family and their grapes.

And I wonder …
in the midst of conflagration
how The Tempest fancy
helps them to face the present.

How crass of me to think it might,
now as fire breathes across their land
melting trampolines and bikes and trucks
and wide porched reality.

 

Bonnie Marshall
Published in August, 2015

Movie Scene: A Walk in the Clouds

Charring Bell

 

 

 

we glance appraised
and bought us with a gaze
intended … intimate … a vow
to mingle sweat and breath

oh, we were dream inebriates
intemperate of passion hours
intoxicating days

now in more sober concert
we play a carillon of years
blent together in a chord
of belled unbroken melody

we are smoke within our whiskey
flavor linger charred bond
savoring our fine distinctions
distill tuned within our love

 

Bonnie Marshall
Artist: Hoitsu Sakhi

Dear Readers:  Reception of my second book of poetry, Chance and Timing, on Amazon.com  is quite heartening.  The old “word of mouth” and the new social media avenues seem to be working.  Should you purchase a copy, let me know so I may thank you. Even if not,  I appreciate your comments and “likes” very much.   Smiles … Bonnie

 

Even Vinegar and Rust

 

 

we seek for the authentic

even vinegar and rust

to wholly nourish us

full strength and in the moment

we seek lyrics for our thought

nouns of amethyst and pearl, and

adjectives of stained glass windows, and

verbs to sting like honey dripping bees

we sip euphony from skylarks

savor cadence clarity

tongue their syllables of pulse

oh … we crave a braver music

to fill our marrow bones

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artist: John James Audubon

Dear Readers, Amazon.com now carries a paperback edition of  Chance and Timing: Poetry in which I include the above “Even Vinegar and Rust.”  Should you buy this my second book of poetry, please tell me so I may thank you.  Even if not,  know I greatly appreciate my readers and value their comments and especially their “likes.”

 

The Taste of Sea in Salt

 

 

Pacific Ocean swash
leaves hints upon the sand
of its nether world below

discards abyssal remnants
for moon jellyfish dissolve
and blue mussel shell wreck
and blur of flea hazed kelp

erases imprint of a barefoot path
mizzles spray soak to a chill
and dims wave crash to a hiss

between our separate range
there will be no translation
no easy blending to exist

only recognition of circumference
where the taste of sea in salt
is faint as watermark

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artist: John Miller

Bare Suggestion

 

the moment she bent
one fluid motion
for the thin bough
both hands grasping

bare suggestion
could he have meant it
for the bending trees

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artist: Vincent van Gogh

I write a poem before I search for illustration.  The black chalk drawing by Vincent van Gogh, “Woman Picking up a Stick in Front of Trees, 1890,” is an exception.