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Book weather
Labor Day, 2011
The air is crisp and cool. The old dog stirs. Her dreams of field mice scurry through distant meadows of memory.
Goldenrod sway in the breeze. Early waves of geese churn the sky.
Tiny toads savor summer’s bug bounty. This coffee is sublime.
No mail today. But these stacks of tempting books are whispering my name…
Vick Mickunas
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By Michelle Whitley Turner
September 5, 2011 10:20 PM | Link to this
My pleasure entirely! I’ll share your inspiration for today’s blog with Kim as well. Wonderful! Thank you again! Michelle
By vick
September 5, 2011 9:52 PM | Link to this
Thank you, Michelle. I do remember Kimberly…and the Vincent Bros. Review. In regard to my morning musings: I had some impressions in my mind so I sat down and wrote that quick blog entry. It is merely one moment suspended in words. I’m glad you enjoyed it! Vick
By Michelle Whitley Turner
September 5, 2011 9:21 PM | Link to this
Dear Mr. Mickunas, Thank you so much for sharing your Labor Day, 2011 poem with all of us. As I read it early this morning sitting outside by myself—that kind of alone where you think for just a moment that maybe you are the only person anywhere at all—, on my deck in rural Saint Paris with cold bare feet (where are all my socks?!) and a ragged old quilt my bulldog chewed on, waiting on nothing and everything—-maybe a deer walking politely down the edge of the yard or a sleepy raccoon eating the last of the wild cats’ food before lumbering out to the barn to burrow down for the day, or just the quiet and the mist—, I shut my eyes to “see” your words in my head over and again. It was lovely with the clarity that I believe is sometimes only possible through a poem; thank you. I sent your words to my best friend, Kim Willardson, now in North Carolina, because I knew she’d love them as well, and she did. You may have known her from the many years she lived here and honored writing through The Vincent Brothers Review (please forgive the lack of italics; no option for them here). Reading your words and then moving on to reading others’ work and working on my own was a perfect way to spend Labor Day, a holiday that owes much, in my view, to the passion in the words of those first in the effort. As you said, it was indeed a day for reading and writing, prose and poems. With best regards and many thanks for all you read and write, Michelle Whitley Turner, who better go find some socks if I’m going to end this day as I began it!
By lmj
September 5, 2011 12:39 PM | Link to this
What a poet, Vick.