I’m ready for it, waiting, and the softness of the word reminds me that I have never seen a humming bird of muscle, artery and vein. Stippled glass refracts day, it stares at you face on. Waiting for the last tube, I felt the dusty wind. I am the buzz of a bee in quiet moments, the lonely lady. Under the candy glaze of winter, these first cool mornings are redolent.
Kim M. Russell, 12th January 2023
Image by Nikla Johnny Mirkovic on Unsplash
This Thursday is the first Meeting the Bar of 2023 at the dVerse Poets Pub, and with our host, Laura, we are looking as far back as last January, when our bellies were full of good intentions and the Muse felt fresh from the holidays, and standing astride the whole of 2022, turning over our poetry files and creating something afresh.
We’re composing ‘found’ poems of the very first lines of our own poetry, from the first poem of each month posted in 2022. As I was absent for much of the first half of the year due to cataract operations and illness, I have taken one or two from later months.
Here are links to the poems in the order of the lines of the found poem: