days are like gold

14 March 2010 § 3 Comments

days are like gold,
they go by and by and by, bye
love them shining (mining)
hate them necessitating

company gives fullness
(sometimes more clouds)
empty makes nothing
(something, not nothing at all)

“tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
asks mary oliver of me.
and i use my days to reply.

and there are ants in my kitchen,
and gossamer sun-hints,
a little tease,
return only to be sincere.

do words, press on, sedulous.
tomorrow will come sooner than
today did.
i cannot but follow peace.


§ 3 Responses to days are like gold

  • Ramón says:

    Melody, you are my hero! Did you really just use shining mining in a poem? And do it well?! o-:

  • Nicholas Barber says:

    I think Melody Gerke that you hit upon a philosophical insight missed by many: no-thing is still some-thing…so isn’t nothingness an ontological category? You’ve shown that it is. Has this category infected your days as I speak? It is the traversal that strikes at the heart of Mary Oliver’s question. So,
    project poet girl…

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